I slid my fingers into my slit and began to caress myself with the moisture of my pussy. I pulled my fingers to my lips to taste them, when I heard A...drew at the door. I looked up to see him watching me.I told him to come in and he could watch me more up close, if he would like. I spread my legs wider for him to get a good look. I began to cum some, from the excitement that my son was watching me get off. Andrew put his fingers on my slit and began to rub me. He rubbed me til I came. I handed him the iced tea and sat on the sofa next to him. We were talking and flirting and I didn’t object when he lightly placed his hand on my knee and slowly worked his hand up my thigh. Nor did I object when a couple of minutes later he leaned over and kissed me. In fact, I helped by turning my head so he could kiss me. Then he kissed me again and I willingly went or more accurately led him to the bedroom and pulled back the bedspread leaving no doubt that I wanted him to fuck me. After he. I had become a cheap crack hooker, not unlike my mom had been when she was younger, while being pimped by her lover Shawn. I spent many a night, high as a kite, leaning against the brick wall of the local adult bookstore with a cigarette hanging from my mouth. Some of the men who came by remembered me as a former porn star and others just stared at me like a cheap prostitute. My mother’s genes kept my appearance from totally deteriorating in my current state, but at the age of 31, after 11. Ann was insatiable in her lust. I was introduced to oral sex, though I must admit I didn't like the taste. Maybe if it weren't mixed with my sperm, it would have been better. In case you are wondering: no, I do not like caviar, either. Ann promised me that I would get a chance to taste just her, sometime, before we 'did it'. Well, her aroma was something else. I think I was in love with her. No that is not right, I was in lust. Lust was something that I found myself doing with her again,.