Her warm sensation subsided. She was shocked to see her right hand inside her pants and a wet patch on her pant’s crotch region. To her disbelief, h...r hands were drenched, wet and sticky. Samantha felt awful that night and did not respond to her son’s email.It was 11 pm, and Samantha was up in her bed, deep in thoughts. In her last google search, she learned a lot about the Oedipal complex and how it’s natural for a son to feel sexual attraction towards their mother.It provided her with some. I figured he was still soft.Then I leaned forward and laid on top of her. When I got to her pussy it was dripping wet like the night before. I tried to lick all the pussy juice I could before I started focusing on her clit.Just then I realized that I had complete control of the room. I was in a position of power and I was going to have a great time.I got up from our 69 and told her to get off of the bed. I laid down with my back up on the headboard and my legs wide in front of me."Suck my big. I looked over at Jeannie and Kat, who were looking at me to see what was going to happen next. "Perhaps," I said, essentially admitting she was right. "Too bad we don't live in that world." "We can, for one night," she said, and she took off her t-shirt, revealing those luscious boobs that she'd flashed at me a couple of years earlier. "Trace..." Jeannie said. "Shhh," Kat interrupted. I was transfixed, watching Tracie play with her tits. She wasn't overly endowed, but her boobs were large and. She responded immediately, opening the door and stepping out. Her bare breasts wobbled as she moved quickly, and her high heels clicked on the floor. "Now wave and grab a tit," my instructions were explicit. She did as asked, and caught the drivers attention. He stopped the van, in the bus lane, and jumped out. He quickly walked down the path by the bus stop. He stood in front of the car and looked at her body. "So do I get a proper look now?" he asked. "What do you want to see?“ she asked,.