I was so embarrassed. My face was beetroot red as she just stared at my hardening cock. "I'm going to punish you Jim - why is your willy growing she a...ked?". "I'm sorry Rosie I don't know" I answered. "Don't apologize" she said "its kind of cute" and she gave me a wink."Right Jim over here" she said and she reached forward and grabbed my cock and balls and pulled me towards her guiding me to her side and then releasing me and pushing me down over lap. My cock pulse against her bare thighs as. The next saloon Ethel visited was also typical of the Anglo saloons in this section of Texas. Well, maybe this was a little higher class than most. Ethel talked to the bartender and to one of the whores before joining a poker game. As soon as she introduced herself as Ethel Harris, one of the players asked, "Aren't you the one called The Poker Queen?" When she admitted that she was, a place was made for her at the table. Soon there was an audience gathered to watch a woman play draw poker,. Looking around, you realize it’s too dark, even for night. Normally, your room shimmers like twilight. Light seeps in from the hallway and through the window. Electronics give off a dim glow even in sleep mode. Here, you can’t even make out shadows. The blindness is total and complete.To stay calm, you try to look around, but there’s nothing. Even the sounds you are used to– the electric hum of your laptop, your phone vibrating to texts and status updates, the soft whirling of the fan overhead–. ” His mom frowned.Shit, I knew Mom wouldn’t be so gung-ho about it! What do I do?! Ever since he could remember, he'd been sexually attracted to both his mother and aunt with the two being such gorgeous women. He summed it up to puberty and hormones at first, but now at nineteen-years-old, all he could think about was going balls deep into the two milfs. Those lewd thoughts turned into actions over the years as he would sniff his mom’s used panties to get the mind-numbing smell of her sweet.