” I want to touché my own son’s tongue in it his own mom’s pussy. Do it hard for your mom baby! As she rolled onto her back and spread her firm...tanned legs for her son.I just looked at my mother’s body and was taken in completely again by her beauty. Her dark tan and tan lines, white breasts and pussy mound with all the curves in just the right places. I can’t believe I never really looked at her sexually before but after that day; I could never look at her again without sporting a hard-on. I. I was going to tell him everything, no secrets, the whole sordid story. I had been trapped into this new job, this new life, but I was sure Jon wouldn't stay, or rather, let me stay here now. All I could do is play all of the cards I had, even though he knew what I was holding.Breakfast was ready when Jon got back from his run. I noticed he wasn't sweaty, so I guess he had been walking instead. He sat down across the table from me and just stared at me. He didn't smile, frown, swear, spit or. She said the doctor told her it shouldn't be a problem. She could have sex right up to delivery as long as she wasn't hurting from it.On Sunday I went to her house. We were all sitting at the table when I told Mr. and Mrs. White that I had something to ask them."What is it Randy?" asked her Father."I asked Sheila to marry me and she said yes. We would like your blessing."I looked over at Olivia and she wouldn't even look at me. Mr. White said, "Are you two sure about this? You haven't known. I'm there longer than I expected. When I get back, Cindi's gone. I peer through the store's windows, but she's not there, neither is the good-looking salesman. I quickly look both ways along the concourse, then hurry to the railing to see if she's on the lower level. I see last-minute shoppers, but no Cindi or boot salesman."Where the fuck, did they go?"I walk the length of the concourse, hoping to catch sight of Cindi or the salesman, but it doesn't happen."Fuck!"Whenever Cindi's doing.