My son...my new lover wanted alone time with his mother. I felt pussy juice drip down my thighs at the realization of my son's passion for me."I began...working the sash to Scotty's robe, saying, "Honey, are you wearing anything underneath this robe?"My son replied, "Mom...nope, I'm naked, Mom," just as I parted his robe, his very erect and very thick cock standing upright against his belly."Mmmmm, nice, Scotty. I love your cock." I stood on tiptoe and kissed him, pleased that he immediately. Then Sandra came to check on me and leaned in close whispering, “Has your little pee-pee been getting hard, Hubby?”“Yes Dear, very hard!" I replied grinning ear to ear, "and I see Eric really likes your new ankle chain.”She smiled brightly saying, “He said you must love your Hot Wife an awful lot to buy her such a beautiful ankle chain,” then she lovingly caressed my face as she leaned in and gave me a soft wet kiss, making my cock throb again.It was about twelve-thirty when Sandra came to see. I'd slowly drop down till he was all the way inside me. Then I'd lift up till just the head of his cock was all that was still in me. Then slide back down till all the way in again. I'd start to speed up to a nice rate of his pumping my ass. Then it was time to change to doggy style. We'd fuck like this till he got close to shooting then I'd lay on my back and he could fuck me that way. By this time I was so hard and close to shooting myself. Then I'd tell him to jack my cock just before he. We’ve made certain everyone knows the paper is supposed to be discarded after pouring in to the barrel, but we tell our friends how to really use them.”“Smart,” laughed Grant, “we make money on the sale, get lead for more shot and we make sure the Governor knows we’re carefully making sure his directions are satisfied. If some people ignore the directions and keep the shot in the paper, then that’s not our fault. What about the switch to percussion caps?”Brad answered, “Drew and I have been.