" she lied. "What looks 'too' good?" "Your ass! I love your ass. And knowing it's off limits is torture!" "Torture is it?" she teased bending over the...coffee table for her drink. She took a long sip, and then looking over her shoulder at me she set down her drink and placed both hands on the table and gave her ass another wiggle. Her tight ass was within arms reach and it took more self control than I thought I could muster not to reach for it. My cock was begging for release – both from these. You know?”Rodrigo shook his head, “Not as often as you would think. This is a family resort. Couples with kids. Honeymooners, Very few unattached women as beautiful as your mother. Yes, young girls come here, but I find them dull and unimaginative. So I ignore them. Will you excuse me unless you have more questions? I don’t want to keep Mrs. Connelly waiting.“No, no more questions. Just be careful with her. It’s my mother’s first time in five years.”“I understand,” Rodrigo answered, and after a. George paid the cab driver and we all got out of the cab and walked to the front door. George opened the door and I followed in after the both of them. They had a lovely home. Lisa went into the kitchen to get some more wine and George turned on some music and we all sat down in the family room. George lit a fire and poured us some more wine. “You have a lovely home.” “Thank you so much.” “I really would love for you to take your clothes off. Lisa would love to play with you.” I stood up. " was her terse reply, as I giggled. I think Momma is more nervous than I. After all, I am her oldest c***d, and this will be my introduction into the breeding pool. It's not like that this is a rare occurrence, as every Sunday at least one girl, of not more, is brought into the church's breeding program. It always falls the second Sunday after a girl's first period once she turns eighteen. That way the whole week her womb is ready and able to accept a generous amount of sperm. Of course, this.