It did not hurt that he had Jamie’s undivided attention. He grimaced as he thought of the sexual relationship between his wife and son. A part of hi... recoiled at the perversity of it. He watched as she fussed about the camper. First bringing him the antacids and a glass of ice-cold water, then she prepared a cold compress and dabbed his forehead with it. She seemed more alive, more vibrant than she had in years.She scooted into the breakfast nook with him. Her womanly aroma assaulted his. “Oh my, gosh,” she declared airily, and it almost made my blood boil, “I’d wondered where they got off to.” “Listen, young lady!” I took a few measured steps in her direction. “It’s enough that you managed to make a mess of your room in the short week you’ve been here. You’re not going to spread your debauchery into my living room! And stop that ‘Missus’ nonsense, we’re not in the south! Stop that snippy attitude at once, or you’ll find your juvenile bum out in the street faster than you can. Presently, though, I felt my nut-sack contract, and I pulled out quickly, shooting my load all over Mom’s back. Breakfast was forgotten as we stumbled into the shower together to wash off my come. It wasn’t long before that devolved into another cock sucking session, and within minutes we were in bed together, screwing like minks. We kept it up that way for two days, and at the end of it I agreed to Ma’s nudity decree-at least while Dad’s not home. After all, it makes it. I moan and wrap my hands around your head, pulling your head closer as you circle my nipple with your tongue and gently bite down. Your other hand is kneading my other breast and rolling the hard nipple between your finger and thumb, gently pinching and plucking. I gasp and you realize that I enjoy the slight pleasure/pain as you feel me rubbing my thighs together under the covers. As your mouth switches to the other nipple you start to pluck and pinch the first. Now I’m squirming and squeezing.