”Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker to straighten up and fly right.Heavens to Betsy!Gee whillikers!...umping Jehoshaphat!Holy moley!We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell?Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.;. They had one small paddle. Usually this was needed just to row out from the shore to put sails up, or row the ten yards back in. “Right, no need to panic, get the jib down. Marie, you and I should drop this sail and tie it up with a minimal amount left. No-one moved.“Carmen! Jib! Now!” The main sail had a single set of reefing points, there would still be far too much sail up. They could have taken it right down, but then they would have been at the mercy of the waves and wind. If you touch me with your hands before then and I haven’t asked... you miss out on all this.” You spin around again before slowly grinding your ass back against me. I run my hands up your body and caress your breasts cupping them feeling their pert weight in my hands your hard nipples rubbing between my fingers. I kiss your neck as you work your ass back into my now rock hard cock. Suddenly you slap my hands away and smile, “That was your one free touch, from now on though you have to be good.”. She was like a statue.Tough to get a good hard on when you're wearing a jock, but I had one trying to break free. She wanted some. How much. Touching. Naked. Clothed. She couldn't actually want to go all the way. Just a hug. Yeah. There we go."I'm glad you're my mom, and that you're proud of me."I put my arms around her and brought her to my chest."I love you mom." I love you too honey."I hugged her tightly enough that her melons were smashed against me. She had her arms around me.