She had some hair on her pussy and I was never one for hair but on her, it was fucking beautiful.Days went by and I had these gut busting butterflies ...n my stomach as if I had to talk to or tell someone because I kind of felt bad but good and I had to get it off my chest. I talked to my Cousin Mina who was Aunty S Daughter. Her and me were real close and could tell each other anything. I told her and she laughed and said it was funny to hear me talk like that about her Mom. However, Mina told. She smiled, patted my arm, and walked away.After planting that seed in Liz's mind, I continued to reinforce my attention to her to make sure that she understood completely that I was serious. I started calling her at work once every few weeks and I started e-mailing her occasionally. I always complimented her but never said anything that might be construed as being overly forward. We became better and better friends and I could tell she was enjoying the attention. She never questioned the. No way was I going to pass on that opportunity.I reached my hand out to Janet’s ass. Fondling it, I told Mark’s mom to give me a kiss. Leaning over, her ass inadvertently pushing further into the hand caressing her ass, Janet gave me a kiss.I wasn’t satisfied. Even though I was not her son, it was pretty much just a motherly type kiss. On the lips, for sure, but still very motherly. I complained.“Janet, that wasn’t much of a kiss. Is there no passion in your soul?”The mother blushed. Her cheeks. I move my hand back to her neck, my thumb tracing her jaw line. My other hand holding her wrist firmly at her side. I lean into her again, kissing her with a blend of lust, need and loving respect. I want her to feel that, feel that I care for her, that I'm not here just to get lucky. Things are about to spiral out of control for both of us, so I want her to feel what she already means to me before my carnal instincts take over. “Turn around!” I command. My voice hoarse, throaty and tired from.