.(gasp) doing?"I said nothing but continued to finger her incredibly soft pussy. I stared at her face and basked in her reluctantly enjoying the momen.... My mom laid down on the couch and continued to arch her back, moaning. As she was writing on her back while I finger-fucked her, her tits popped free of the slingshot covering, and they were as majestic as I imagined them to be. Yes, she was horny, I surmised, because Dad hadn't touched her recently. This was going to be perfect. After quickly. There'd be a challenge and one of them would clamber up as far as he could before coming back down. Then I'd have to climbed the tree... and they really thought that I didn't know that they only did that so that they could look up my skirt and see my knickers! I used to hitch my skirt up when I could (supposedly to make it easier to reach the next branch) and I would often stand with my legs as far apart as possible so as to give them the best view. In those days I just thought I was being. "She laughed in his face and went back to her drink.He knew he had to get out. In a strange way he knew he enjoyed his mothermaking him wear her old clothes. He also knew he hated being treated as asick perverted slave.When he told his mother he was leaving, all she said was, "Found yourselfsome cock have you?"He moved a short distance away from his job. It was a tiny bedsit hecould barely afford.Over the next ten years he drifted from one dead end, low paid job toanother. With no prospects, no. "I have a confession to make," she said around his penis."O-oh?" Sandy breathed. "What's that?"She stood up, pulling him to her couch. Sandy sat down as she straddled him, rubbing his penis against her soft panties. She unclasped the front of her bra, bringing Sandy's hands to massage her swollen breasts."I've been dating this guy- Ben- for awhile now," Miss Elgin told him as she rocked back and forth. "We've had sex a few times, but nothing like what we've done- and he doesn't have anything.