You have my word," I nodded. "No one but us knows about any of this?" she added. "No one, Mrs. Coleman," I smiled, hoping I was right about what she w...s thinking. She rested her head against the door, and banged it symbolically. "Oh, what the hell," she smiled, turning to face me. "Still interested?" "Yes, Mrs. Coleman," I grinned. "Good," she giggled, unbuttoning her blouse again, and stepping closer. "Now get those shorts off, and STOP calling me Mrs. Coleman. It's Emma, or whatever pet-name. Just on and on, questions like that.Our verbal play got us pretty worked up and we ended up fucking like crazy with Tracy pretending she was Andrea, telling me that she wanted me now that my wife was out of the house and stuff like that. Well, it was the best sex we'd had in quite some time. I fucked her through three orgasms and I went through two, something that hadn't happened in quite some time. We went at it for maybe two hours.Then, the very next Friday night, I had just come home after. I watched his eyes move over the curves of both of my breasts. When he looked back up into my eyes he was met with a coy girlish smile. Right then I herd my boyfriend walk through the front door. I let Dave watch me look at the outline of dick. “So, what do you say, Tyler?” Tyler paused for a moment as he walked into the kitchen to put away his lunch box and water bottle. Without looking up he responded with “Are you ready for a cigarette? I know Aunt Marla must have been driving you crazy. .. She wanted me to look at her prom dress magazine to help her pick one out and she barged in when I was masturbating, and then one thing led to another..." I shrugged."Oh... uh, OK," she said, blushing, clearly seeming a little nervous. But also, I noticed she had rock hard nipples, and was shivering a little. Was Mom turned on too?I looked down to make sure I was still up to the challenge. Yep. "Uh, Mom?" Yes, dear?" She looked up at me with wide, plaintive eyes."It's OK, then? Michelle and.