.” my mom swallowed. “I couldn't. It wouldn't be right.” “Sure it would,” Mary cooed. “They'll happily be your slave.” My mom looked the... over and then motioned to Joy. “Can I have this one?” my mom asked. “I know its so wrong but...it's so exciting, too.” “Joy, this is Sandy, from now on she's your primary Mistress.” “I am so happy to be yours,” Joy gushed in her heavy accent Vietnamese, and sat on my mom's lap and I felt my cock stir as they started making out. Even at 43, my mom was still a. She could still feel the passion of her orgasm as Robby's cum jetted into her. It was probably BECAUSE she still felt that passion that she decided she could not allow him to make love to her again.She thought about it as she unwittingly fried up an entire pound of bacon. She loved her son, but she couldn't allow herself to fall IN love with her son. He and Megan would probably be very close for the rest of their lives, and that was fine, but both would eventually find other lovers... more. As he drew away he gazed at her in wonderment. She had her luscious hair down with a small, ‘Maid Marien’ type plait on the side of her head pinned at the back. She was wearing a blue and black halter neck thigh length dress which hugged her alluring hourglass figure. The dress was very low cut revealing her deep cleavage and part of her breasts at the side. It also hugged her ass tightly so she took the liberty of not wearing any underwear this evening for fear they would appear obviously. "Will you let me blow you too?", I asked. I'd never seen him drop his pants that quickly before in my life. Theo was big. Nearly as big as the imaginary biker I had moments ago up my butthole. I crawled between his legs and sucked him off something fierce. Theo rubbed his hands through my hair, wondering where I had learned to do that. I did him good. He moaned loudly as he came close. Breathing heavy, thrusting his cock in me. And I swallowed all his spunk when he filled my mouth with it. It.