I’m standing a meter from my naked son, in only a lacy bra, with panties and a pair of sky blue slacks. Oh yeah, he had a hardon with a hand on it, ...ust keeping it hard enough so we could talk.“Here is what’s going to happen, Richard. Get your hand moving, and I will remove my bra and you can come on my breasts all you want. After that, we clean up, and never talk about it again, is that clear?”He didn’t answer, but did ramp up the speed and I climbed on his bed, sitting on his legs and leaned. I wanted to have sex with him right away. How could I do this with my mom married to him. I really didnt care. &hellip,..He was all the things my disappearing dad wasnt. I loved to stare at him and feel my pussy get wet. I slowly developed plans to get what I wanted. Was it finally going to happen tonight?&hellip,..I was betting it would. I couldnt wait as I had used every woman trick I had ever heard of on him to get him to have sex with me. I loved the game but now&hellip,Id waited long. Instead of the contact of tissue I expected, her bare fingers touched me down there, trailed through my folds and made me gasp and blush. “What,” I started to say. “Shush. Mistress knows what she’s doing. Master Robert loves it like this. You want to please your Master, don’t you? Now open wide.” She didn’t really expect me to do that, to lick my own pee off her hand? But her fingers were already poised in front of my mouth, waiting for me to allow them entry. Only a few drops, I told myself,. "Well, his wife'll definitely go for the still-cute 30-year-old look, with soft pinks glowing with gloss, with a little glitteron his cheeks to offset the perm she will have given him last night."The group burst out with a laugh, at the very moment that the door openedand the object of their hilarity made his badly timed appearance. Bet wasfacing that way and motioned to the others to shut up and look. The resultwas monastic silence as a cringing Gordon Fleecely found himself faced byten women..