”Ellie nodded, knowing my mother well enough to know that when she says something she means it, her rough attitude shifted to softness, “You know ...lexis, I am just jealous because I love you with all my heart and soul.”“And I love you too, I always have,” Mom continued, “but I also love my son unconditionally.”“I know,” Ellie's sighed.“And I can't have you two always at war,” Mom continued, “you’re all I have.”“Well, you have my wife,” I joked.Mom looked at me surprised. “You're going to let. Then she asked me to do it my way, I just made her sit on the sofa and placed her one leg on my shoulder and started to give her a tongue massage to her tiny pussy , it was cleanly shaved and red pink in colour , ever man would turn hot for that pussy , by the shape of it , it was obvious that it was used only a little , I was just happy about my luck I started to give a little touch with my palm first and she was calling my name all over , this made me really horny and slowed down my pace and. I kept stabbing my dick into her cunt. Iwas frenzied, grinding against her and trembling at the same time. Millie dug her fingers into her mother's tits and squeezed, I saw nipples protruding from her clenched fingers.With a wild cry, she came, her cunt gripped my dick in flexing waves, squeezing and sucking. She rammed her cunt down tightly on me, her hips jerking back and forth. She screamed loudly again, her head twisting and hair flying. Then I was coming, spewing a load into that gaping,. After a long, hot shower and some primping, I put on the dress and a pair of sandals, put my hair in a ponytail, deposited the key under the rock near the front door, and drove the Jeep a few doors down the beach to the address on the invitation. After a day of manual labor, I was looking forward to a beer or, if the hosts were generous, a flute or two of good champagne. Those bubbles always made me a little giggly and often liberated me from any inhibitions I might be harboring.There were few.