With no one to blame but himself, my son should have been taking better care of business at home, instead of giving all his business to the neighborho...d bar.Patty was a pretty girl. She reminded me of myself when I was her age. She had the same color strawberry blonde hair and the same color hazel eyes, the same shapely build, the same 120 pound weight, and the same 5'5" height as me. Right down to the same C cup breast size and shape, she could have been my younger clone.Looking at her was. Let your son’s cock do its’ magic.)Mom: Dekhte hai tera lund kitna mazboot hai. Pehli baar mauka de rahi hoon tujhe. (Let’s see how good your cock is then. This is your first chance.)With that, my mom started moving her hips like a true seductress she is. Her hips moved, and all my brother could do was moan. Once she got the rhythm, she started riding my brother’s cock. The cock was sliding in and out of her wet pussy like magic. She was so wet.Since it was her son’s own cock, it made her go. Was he reaching by coming here? Did he misread what he thought were signs of attraction from the mother of his girlfriend? Was he crazy to think she would just drop to her knees and suck his cock, or bend over the couch and let him pound her from behind? There was a long pause as he waited for her to answer. Maybe she wasn't home. Her car was here. Maybe she was in the shower. Oh that was a thought. He imagined her all wet and soapy, her huge tits dangling down as he fucked her against the wall. I declined and told him I would sunbathe until he returned.Not long after he had left it clouded over and I went back into the house and slipped into my skirt and put a top on. I was pouring myself a drink in the kitchen when this man stuck his head around the patio doors. He asked me if there was any chance of coffee and told me he was the gardener. Before I knew it he had stepped in.He was quite chatty and before I knew it I had told him that Dick had gone to the soccer match. He sipped his.