He broke slightly away from my now heaving chest, a hand reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. I blushed. My knees went weak again. ...“Let’s go to your room,” David suggested, and I nodded, taking his hand, and leading him down the hall. Before we got to the bedroom door, David pulled on my hand forcing me to stop before bumping into me. We both laughed. He pushed me up against the wall again, he was firm, strong, in control but gentle. He put his face close to mine, he was. " You know, Michael. Your mother might not be a silly bitch, but she sure can be a silly cow sometimes. Why the hell didn't she tell me she couldn't afford to replace her car? I'd have sorted something out for her." Dad, how could mum tell you she didn't have a car? You never see her or talk to her." Point taken, son! But we can't have her stuck out there in the middle of nowhere without transport. I think we'd better fix that right now. Will you go and get me the phone please."Michael brought. Her hips respond and she takes a deep breath. I ask her how wet her pussy is ? dripping she says i can see a little wet spot on the grey fabric. i tell her to put her hand inside and she does with out hesition she starts moaning both her legs are streached out and spread she is fingering her pussy fast and hard i tell her to put both hands in her pants and she does .i get up and walk over to her grab a hand full of that long blond hair she has i pull her from th couch she goes right to her. He opened the passenger side door. He put the TV in the middle. He then got in and sat down. “See plenty of room. Here mom sit next to me.” I tried to sit next to my son. I could sit in the seat, but the door wouldn’t close. Now, I am not a big woman. I stand about five feet tall and I only weight hundred pounds. It was my son taking up all the room. He was already over six feet tall and weighed around two hundred pounds. “It’s not me that’s taking up all of the room, it’s you. This isn’t going.