He often used thoughts of her to cure a latent dysfunction that sometimes occurred when he was with his wife. Thoughts of her were more effective that...Viagra.But now here he was standing outside her home once more, ten years older than when they last met. At age 53 he wasn't dashing but he looked younger than he was and had kept his weight down. She was 5 year older and every bit a lady. Everything about her flooded his mind in an instant, the tone of her skin, the softness of her touch, her. During the day, I watched my mother like a hawk trying to see if anything was amiss. She didn't appear to be anything but her cheerful, old self. Well, not exactly cheerful since she had a doozy of a hangover.Later that night, I jerked-off to the images of my mother having her pussy hammered by Kevin. I knew it was wrong because a son should never think of his mother in that way, but I couldn't stop the arousal I felt growing in my body. I must've shot a quarter cup of my cum that night.It was. ." Amanda moanedI kept my hands there massaging for a couple seconds then continued up to her back, making sure to stuff my face up against her ass and give it a couple kisses. She motioned me to go to the front of her body and massage from the top down. Or at least that's what I thought it meant, apparently she just wanted easier access to my cock because as soon as it was within reach her hand was down my shorts stroking it. I took no time pulling both my shorts and boxers off revealing my 7. Rough and brittle? Smooth and silky? Nick wanted to know. ‘O-okay.’ She replied after a long pause. ‘Pinkie promise?’ He cried with his pinkie finger out to her. Nick was so excited, he didn’t realize how childish it was to say that. All his little sister’s fault. His face was hot with embarrassment. ‘What’s a ‘pinkie promise’, Ichlen?’ She was honestly confused, like she had never heard of a pinkie promise. Where was she from? ‘It’s a childish way to swearing to keep a promise. The two people.