Marla set her cup down on the sink and looked at her son. “Would you have, darling? Would you really have fucked me, your mother?”Again he nodded....arla stood still, thinking. She would have taken his cock eagerly, but after they had finished, she had left them and gone to her room, wanting to be alone. She didn’t know what they had done after she had left them, perhaps fucked again. If so, she didn’t mind at all. In fact, she hoped they had. Knowing now that her son would fuck her sent a shiver. They would have a charred body in a house that burned. For a while at least they wouldn't be able to do much. The three of us had time to get our stories straight. We didn't have to start acting till the death notification was made to Lisa, which should happen sometime in the morning. There might be enough confusion to postpone the notification for a day but probably not.Also pluses for us, no blood evidence and no fingerprint evidence were going to be available to the cops. They might or might. She contracted her pussy muscles to grip my dick harder. The feeling was excitingly unbearable.A little while later I pulled her down and made her lean onto the dining table and raised her hips. I stood behind her and used my dick to tease her pussy. She was really aroused and was pushing backwards grinding her pussy on me. Next I held her tight around the waist and again penetrate her deep from behind. She loved it from behind. She was pushing herself backwards onto me and lifting her hips. I crept up to the blinds and started peeking in through the tiny holes that are in the blinds where the string goes through them. Although I have never been in Jackies room I knew how it was set up. She had her TV on the wall right next to the window and her bed was directly in front of it. While she lay there I noticed that she was wearing a pair of Sofie shorts. I could see her crotch from my vantage point because she had her feet up by her butt and had her legs spread while laying down.