John was a big athletic looking guy and was fairly handsome. The problem I had with him was that whenever he was around I would catch him looking at m.... It kind of gave me the creeps.After weighing all of the options, of which there were few, I made a decision. It had taken me until midnight but I had decided on a course of action. I loved my husband and in spite of his poor judgment I wanted to be supportive. I figured I could survive having sex with John if it would help Travis so I would. She stretched out her legs and sighed, examining them under the glow of the lights. Her feet were bare. She didn't want to move. Ever. Didn't want to go home. Didn't want to do anything. Didn't want responsibilities. Didn't want to make decisions. She was too hot again. Every night she'd struggle to sleep, but truth be told, it wasn't always the heat that kept her up. It was thoughts of him. Too many thoughts. Inappropriate and invasive. Her body always felt aroused, wound too tight to relax. Neither moved for a while. Sameer, with his hands on each side of her shoulders, looked down into his mother’s dreamy eyes.“How does it feel mommy… ? Do you like my cock?”“Yeah…” That’s all she could utter.“Better than Ashim’s… ?”“Yes… But please don’t stay like that… Fuck me.” She begged. “Fuck me hard.”She herself began moving beneath him, slowly gyrating her hips trying to slide her cunt up and down on his cock. Sameer smiled at his mother’s eagerness. She was behaving like a slut, who. Slowly, he grew bolder until he was kneading the flesh of her ass. He could feel his penis pulsing in his pants again. Slowly his hand drifted down until his fingers skirted the hem of her dress. He held his breath as he gradually moved his hand underneath and onto the back of her nylon-covered thigh. He felt Amy tense but still she made no move to stop him. When he lifted his hand one-inch, he heard a sharp intake of breath from Amy. His fingers felt the soft and warm flesh of her bare thigh.