"Mmmm, I like this music, John," She said, swaying a little in time to the tune.I smiled and replied, "Would you like to dance?"She grinned from ear t... ear. "I'd love to, John!" I turned off the lights on the Christmas tree and took her by the hand and walked her to the middle of the room in front of the glowing fireplace. She put her arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms around her waist and we slowly moved to the music.As the melodies flowed out the radio, Mom rested her head against my. Then she came closer to me, and kissed me. Her hand was on my face, and my hands, now my hands got into her panties. But she was standing with tighter thighs, I was now feeling her pubic hair, very thick and curled hair there and played with her pubic hair.Then down below, my face on shoulder and ear side, I touched her vagina lips, first I could not understand what this skin piece was. I pulled her pooru lips fingered her pooru canal, but I can’t understand the shape of it, continued rubbing. She didn’t let go of my cock and one handed somehow managed to slide my boxers to around my feet.My cock was now only inches from her face when she looked up at me with that familiar smile. She licked her lips and kept her tongue out as she licked my now exposed cock end. I moaned in response as my cock swelled in her tight grip then she took my cock in her mouth.Her lips closed around my shaft as my bulbous cock end now filled her mouth and I could feel her tongue swishing back and forth, over. ‘I brought you some food,’ she said. And when she set it down on the table at his elbow, she sat down across from him herself. ‘The kitchen is about to close, and they say you haven’t eaten yet.’ ‘Don’t need it, thanks. But thanks for bringing it. I’ll take the coffee, mine is about all gone.’ ‘Well, maybe you’ll feel like eating in a bit,’ Clara said. ‘Do you mind if I sit? I’ve had quite an evening, and it would be good to get off my feet.’ ‘No, it’s fine. I don’t mind.’ Little by little.