. he. Her son. Thought she was beautiful. Her arm went naturally around his neck and his hand went immediately to a breast. Feeling that hand she open...d her legs, her man should not have to ask! “Mom look at me!” She had been afraid to look him in the eyes, she didn’t know if it was permitted. Turning her head she looked him right in the eyes. She was naked and sitting on her son’s lap, he was touching her, she had never been more embarrassed, or more turned on! She was afraid she was going to. ”“I can tell.” Jeff replied. “You look really happy.”“I never want your little penis inside of me again.” Jasmine said with a smile.“I understand. I can make due with masturbating. I just want you to be happy.” Jeff told her as he listened to the sound of Richard’s cock sloshing around inside of her. “Tell me I never have to endure sex with you ever again, honey. Please?”“Never, sweetie.” Jeff declared. “You’ll only ever have sex with other men from now on. And I’ll be there as much as I can to. Her phone rang. It was not her usual ring, but it sent a message her legs did not ignore. Stumbling and reeling, she managed to propel herself off the floor, out of the bathroom, and to where her phone was, amazingly, on charge next to her bed. ‘Hala.’ She listened. ‘I haven’t forgotten. Two cappucinos, a latte, and a double shot long black, no sugar.’ Whatever the voice on the other end said made her legs fold until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, when her legs stopped obeying her.. Not until I needed to. I smiled back at her—a knowing smile. ‘Put on some clothes. A pair of jeans and a nice tight T-shirt. Oh—and those sandals that you were wearing yesterday.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘You won’t need anything else.’ I put my clothes on too, and we left her room—she handed me the key as we left. Though it was a Sunday morning, we were lucky enough to catch a bus into town without waiting too long. We went upstairs and sat at the front of the bus. The bus driver gave Anya a bit of a funny.