Please hurry," she pleaded, a growing edginess creeping into her voice."My dear Amy," Adam said sarcastically. "I'm afraid you're going to have to beg...for my services." SLAP!!!Amy gasped as the blow landed on her tender buttocks. "Fuck me, damn it!" she whispered. "Please, just fuck me."Adam moved behind his stepmother, quickly undoing his belt and unsnapping his jeans. In a matter of seconds his pants and underwear were bunched around his knees and his cock was in hand, pointed directly at her. So at his point I'm wondering what am I gonna say to get him to begin a conversation or how to steer his attention towards something sexual .. to see what could come of it. So i linger around my place giving him enough time to finish the bulk of his work then hop on my bike and roll back down the street. When i roll up to the driveway I can see him in the corridor coming out to the front of the house from the back yard. He sees me and motions me to come to him saying "can you help? " so i. I could feel my heartbeat pulsing through my swollen cock. Was this really happening? I stroked my hands down her body, enjoying the soft swell of her breasts against my palms and the way she moved as I touched them. Further down, over her tight stomach, round her hips and, finally, to the tiny snatch of dark cotton between her parting thighs. I gripped the waistband of her knickers, and she swung her legs up as I pulled them off. Her pussy glistened wetly in the crisp white light as she opened. With one hand around her, I also felt her butt and squeezed. It was nice and fleshy, but also firm. Then getting both arms around her again, I moved to a higher level and let my hands go to the bottom of her blouse and feel her firm breasts. I massaged her boobies and felt the tips to squeeze the nipples. I got her to sit on her table and lie back. Without further ado, I hiked up her sari. She had shapely legs and nice chunky thighs – lots of meat there. She wore a nice pair of grey cotton.