Looking at him, scared, exposed, humiliated, I found myself breathing hard, my heart was beating fast and Icould feel myself getting wet. The sight of...his littleboy naked dick, surrounded as it was by my perfumedlingerie was making me as hot and wet as I had everbeen. “Oh my God! I want to fuck my son.” I thought,“What kind of mother am I?”“Come here and sit next to me.” I said and patted thebed beside me. When he did, I made him keep his skirthiked up so I. Stacy moved away from Betty and gracefully stepped out of the pool of her dress as well as her shoes. She made a show of working her toes into the soft carpet and sighed gently. Then she approached Frank.He was nearly a full head taller than Stacy. Her breasts came to rest at the base of his rib cage and her nose was even with the boney cup at the base of his throat.She let the tips of her tits brush his skin. Her right hand danced along his waist inside the robe, gently running her fingernails. He wouldn't let me, though, and a second later he stopped entirely, making me slump with a frustrated noise as he climbed higher on the bed again. "Do you, um, want me to..." "Only if you want to," he replied in an unconcerned tone, now more interested in stroking my cock with his hand as he danced his tongue over my stomach and chest again. I did, a little, but right then I was too turned on to clumsily stumble around down there. "Later," I promised, daring to slip my hand lower on his taut. Don't make any promises ... that you can't keep. You work for your father now and what you do affects his perception." I've made only promises to Doris, you and Katy ... so far!" I saw her as I came in. She does fill that outfit well doesn't she?" I better not answer that, beautiful. Thanks for letting us be here as guests this time," I said giving her a nice kiss.The Smythe's arrived late; dad said they had a previous place to be. John was dressed as the Flash, a good outfit matching perfectly.