"It...It's nice," I said as I looked on with Madge standing there like ahigh fashion model working the dress teasingly as she gauged my reaction.I too... another large sip of the tea then set the glass down and wiped mylips with a nearby napkin. "Well thanks for the tea Mrs. DuBois," I saidas I slowly moved for the back door once again. But this time she movedpast me then stood with her back against the door. She then locked it!"Plea...please Mrs. DuBois, I should get going," I said as I. With each stroke, a few bristles of the brush are entering her cunt and touching her inner walls to make her drool more and more juices. She started trembling and I can sense her legs go weak. I placed her legs on either side of my shoulder without ever stopping the strokes.The moment I touched her clit she jumped on the table as if a bolt of high voltage passed in her body. She started moaning and speaking euphorically. Her voice was trembling. Her words are becoming more and more jibberish.. We arrived Friday evening and we had a quick dinner and headed for bed, a bit of a fumble between the sheets and then sleep, we had planned a day of walking for Saturday. But just after 7am Mart’s phone rang. I was a bit annoyed, I had been hoping for a Saturday morning session, a little slower and less earnest this time. I told Mart to leave it as I knew it would be work. But Mart said he ought to answer, just in case. He leapt out of bed grabbing his phone and headed down stairs, I rolled up. Sue held out her arms to him, while encouraging him to fuck his mother,"Fuck me Brent, fuck me son, fuck your mother, fuck me."He pumped her for less then ten seconds and then shot his load and Sue held him inside her wanting to feel his dick pulsate his cum in her. After Brent's orgasm subsided he felt guilty, not because he had just fucked his mother, but because it was so quick."I'm sorry mum, I'm sorry I came so quick."But Sue soothed her son as she held him in her arms, feeling her own.