"I'm not going to fuck you just to have you start whining and crying about how wicked and sinful i****t is! If you want your Mom to screw you senseles..., you're going to have to accept that I'm in charge now."Panting and groaning, almost out of her mind with excitement from being manhandled and yelled at like this by her own mother, Sarah whispered, "Yes, ma'am. I'll do whatever you say. I swear to God. Please fuck me . . ."Gloria could not help but laugh, thinking that she had never guessed. Lifting her feet with one hand I snaked down my pants with the other. I layed her feet back down in my lap and she began slowly flondling my cock with her soft black nylon covered feet. I was guessing from the way she expertly handled my cock with her feet she must have given dad many footjobs. She continued masterfully working my cock and just as I thought I was going to cum she would change tactics easing the urge to cum. and then she would get me almost there and do it again. I was going. He brought me to a little locker room to put on a johnny before the tests could be done, I knew I could leave my underwear on from past tests but this time decided to see what happens so I stripped down and put the johnny on and opened to door and asked sam if he would come in and tie the back which he did but I could feel his eyes looking down at my ass. We went into the room and I laid on the table, he positioned me and I let the gown creep up my right thigh and I knew he could see my soft. That was something she had in common with him - Pete had always loved her peachy rear and pear like hips, and she had learned to love her figure as much as he did! Pete looked over his shoulder with the cheeky grin she had become accustomed to over the years. "Fancy it?" he smirked, casting his eyes up and down her body as he tended to do when she wore her peach shorts and vest top. "What, already?" Kitty replied. The sun was settling a little in the late afternoon, the last of the summer days.