I signed the card and pushed a credit card across the desk. "I don't think I'll have dinner. Not hungry." Actually, I was suffering from heartburn, a ...agging pain in my chest. "You serve breakfast?" Yes, starting at six. If you would like to wait in the lounge, Mr... Mr. Winslow, I'll come get you when your room is made up."I went in and sat at the bar. The TV was off; there was no one there. I could see into the dining room. There were only a few people I could see: a couple of men in. Deep in her cunt, She felt the start of familiar ache. She jutted her ass back against me, attempting to position her pussy against the head of my cock. I responded by pressing myself into her closer, and moving my fingers to her labia. I continued the soft feathery strokes around the folds of her pussy lips. I teased my way up and down, strumming and brushing my fingers against her slowly, never parting the lips, never moving to her clit, and it was deliciously maddening.She could feel herself. The heavy garage door suddenly opened.Judy gave a screech, trying to cover her tits and cunt, shocked to find herself in the garage with the door up.Tony stepped in, pushing his bicycle.“Tony!” she squealed, darting for the door into the kitchen.Tony laughed as he watched his mother’s dancing naked ass disappear through the door. He put his bicycle away, then pulled the garage door down.“You should have told me you were gonna be naked, Mother.” He grinned at her flushed face.“I guess so,” she. She received spank after spank until her butt numbed and the pain turned in to tingling sensations and eventually in to an arousing feeling as she told her grandfather all about her cock-sucking adventures. At first she started speaking quickly but when she begun enjoying the spanking, she spoke slowly, strangely, not wanting it to end, while her eyes were closed the whole time as she narrated her story and at some point, she lowered her hand to rub her clit then her nipples.“My God!” Her.