We leave next Saturday for two weeks.”I broke out with a big smile. “Two weeks in Barbados, cool. I knew it would be someplace sunny. That’s gre...t, Mom.” I hugged her again.When she pulled away, she said, “We can do something special tonight if you want to.”I wasn’t sure what she meant by something special, but I was really looking forward to our pizza and movie, or more honestly, our cuddling on the sofa. “Uh ... I would just as soon have our standard movie and pizza, if that’s all the same to. It's almost as if she has planned all of this out, although that wouldn't be too unusual if she's been harbouring thoughts about me for a while.I glance over to my bedside table at the second glass I have poured for her and see that it remains untouched, which I'm thankful for. She's not drunk, and knowing that she definitely wants this, I give up on holding back. My hand pulls her face to mine, and I kiss her forcefully, hoping it will make her realise exactly what she's getting herself. I slowly got down onto my knees and opened his fly. I reached in to pull out his hard cock. I looked at it in amazement for a moment before slowly massaging it in my hand, I undid the button on his trousers and pulled them off him, his cock stood there without me holding onto it, looking at it I could feel my juices seeping onto my leg. I took his cock into my hand and began massaging it again, I brought my head closer to him and licked up his long cock, I heard him let out a groan, this really. She wore a stark white close fitted dress that I wouldn’t have thought suitable for a heavily pregnant woman. The hem just about covered her meaty knees. It hung vertically from the rotund extremity of the front of her bump. Her belly button thrust through the material and her nipples – wow! Through a no doubt stout brassiere they were like lumps in snow. The hemline promised scintillating views up under it to a passing voyeur, but she’d carefully chosen immaculate white Lycra skin tight shorts.