"Hold on a second, let me see what they are first before you leave me allalone." So she walked past him, stroking his thigh as she went beforebending ...own in front of him, knowing that by doing so her skirt wouldlift up to reveal her stockings and hopefully he would get a glimpse ofwhat lay beneath. She wiggled her bottom suggestively, causing the nylonin the stockings to rub against each other. She opened the first box andlooked in to see all of the clothing and sex toys she had bought. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Brad’s upper body. She felt the strength in his arms and biceps and chest muscles. “What a great-looking six pack!” She admired, running her hand over his firm abdomen.“Hey, that tickles!” He laughed.“You have more muscles than Pete or Derek, and they’re older than you. You look like a fifteen-year-old man.”“But I still look like a teenager. You may not like my looks when I’m twenty, thirty, forty, or more,” he warned.“I’ll love your looks. I only have to look at. We looked at one another, pleased with what we were doing. It felt fantastic feeling my bare dick in her wet sheath. "Oh...Oh, yes!" she breathed again. I started to slide my stiff length in and out, aware of just how unbelievably hard I was. It felt so good to be doing this. To be fucking my mother. I loved it, and apparently she loved the thought that she was being fucked by her son. We kept going. My hips moving steadily up and down, her hips moving with mine. I could hear her breathing and. ”Andy, Mel, and I sat and stared at Tom. The ball was in his court and the decision his.After a long silence during which Tom studied each of us, he said, “I’ll do it. What kind of timeframe were you thinking?”Melanie smiled and sweetly said, “Yesterday.”Tom, Melanie, and I came up to the thirtieth floor in my private elevator. The doors opened and we stepped into the foyer and immediately into the living room. We were on the late side since Andy and the three of us had gone out to dinner.We.