Mum was sitting on a chair at the table sipping coffee as I walked in; she looked me up as I sat down,“Coffee” she poured before even answered,“...hanks” I took a sip,“How do you feel after last night” she asked,I looked up at her then my focus was looking at her bra, her dark nipples were just visible through the lacy material, mums tits were all that a girl could wish for, they are what I call motherly tits, you just want to cuddle up to them, I only hoped that when I get older I would have. They say the last stroke is the worst. For me the opposite was true. Asit landed with a resounding crack, I orgasmed, coming in floods into Anna'smouth. She swallowed it all in between sobs, and only when I was clean didshe release me, slumping to her knees and looking anxiously through tears atMr Richards. He told her to stand opposite him. As she did so, red faced, the tears startingto slow, I quickly tucked my cock away and did my fly up. I made to stand too,but Mr R said, 'Nay lad, stop. Awhite corselette which again I like the support and control it offers.Various skirts in different lengths, styles and colours. Three dressesincluding my little black dress. Shoes became a problem because I likeshoes and I've got lots, all high heeled but of different heights andstyles. Apart from the pair I was wearing, I decided on a pair with atwo inch heel and a pair of sandals with a three inch heel. Before Iknew it, I was also including a pair of boots as well.The other stuff I packed. One fine day my son asked me to see us. He also put an offer that can he fuck my wife. My wife blushed. I told her to enjoy the life you can fuck him if you want. Then she replied that she is ready for sex.So one fine day he asked us to meet. So I sent a visiting pass of an event taking place in a 5-star hotel. Then I told my wife about the hotel and arrangements to see the boy. She got more excited.I told him to come in a white suit and red roses so that we can identify him. I told him that my.