I was still nursing my first. After dinner we enjoy some strawberries for dessert, and Mom finishes the bottle of champagne. We embrace and kiss list...ning to the waves crash on the beach. I find some slow music on the radio and turn it up. Mom dances up to me and takes my hands in hers. She moves in close then wraps her hands behind my neck. We slow dance, swaying to the music. Mom’s head on my shoulder and my hands locked above her ass. “You’re so sweet, dancing with your Mama.” Mom turns. So, coming to this continuation part, after leaving aunty’s house, I was doing my best to think of an excuse, so that I can get to aunty’s house that night, and make love to each and every inch of her voluptuous body.But little did I know that aunty was already on the go for an excuse. After I reached home, around 20 mins later aunty called my mom and said her that her husband is out of town, so can my mom send me to her house to sleep as she is alone and feels scared. Now why would my mom say. ..” She said, “ ... it’s Jenkins... ?”“Right ... I’m sorry Sally, I’ve got it...” I fumbled out.Jesus! I couldn’t seem to hold a single thought all day, save one. Sally gave me an odd look before stepping out of my office doorway and back to her desk.“Bob, I’m sorry...” I apologized.“No ... I can’t ... something’s come up ... Yeah ... All right, I’ll talk to you on Monday ... All right ... You too ... Hey, Bob, you’ve been to that Italian place downtown ... Yeah, Giovanni’s ... real nice, huh?. Brock stared at her slack-jawed. She gave him a smile and a wink. She was already thinking of how he could do her next: flat on the backseat? Laying on the hood? Bent over the trunk? Maybe even on the grass? Switching hands, she looked at the one that had helped keep his cum inside of her. White pearly semen was smeared on her first two fingers. Looking Brock directly in his eyes, she stuck those fingers in her mouth and drew her lips across them, leaving the spooge on her tongue to be.