Mrs Stone started to cook dinner and asked me to join her in the kitchen. She had tons of questions for me. She asked about my family, about my school... if I had a girlfriend, and what activities I liked to do for fun. Then we talked about her life and what had happened to her husband. He had got cancer and survived for two years before the cancer got the best of him. She said she missed him so much. Then she said that it would be nice to have another man in bed with her. I blushed and felt. We sat down in a booth as a stout waitress walked towards us. She had a pencil behind her ear and when she spoke, she had a heavy New York accent. Her name tag read Wilma and when I looked up, she was talking to me. ‘What can I get fah ya sweetheart?’ ‘I’ll, um, have a cup of coffee for now.’ She looked towards Joanna, ‘And what bout ya pretty little girlfrien ova here?’ ‘I’ll have some coffee too, thank you,’ she smiled. I looked over at her, surprised she didn’t bother to correct Wilma. It. Your moans get louder, whispering out to me that I’m a tease. I know at this point you feel completely owned, and loving the fact I own you. Surely at this point you’re desperate to cum, but that won’t happen yet. I keep removing strips of wax coating your chest and stomach. I try to find where it might be the most sensitive to peel from. I feel you thrust up, and I bite a little, my way of warning you not to do it. I let my fingers run down your sides, where the wax has barely reached. I dig. “Mmm, love your Mommy's breasts while she rides your cock,” I moaned.“Yes!” he groaned, his fingers digging into them.I wiggled my hips from side to side, the pleasure building and building in me. I worked my pussy up and down his cock as his digits massaged around my breasts. The delight he stirred in my boobs flowed down to my cunt, feeding my depraved climax. I would have such a huge orgasm. I would cum hard on my son's dick. I couldn't wait for that wonderful moment. I slammed down him as.