My mouth and pussy were watering for my son’s warm lips on my hairy pussy, but I knew I can’t, because that would be out of line.“You agreed wit... the rules before we started this. You know I can’t let you do that. I’m still your mother. There are still things that I know cannot do with you. I am already out of my mind for letting you use me for sex. Now just get on top of me and fuck me. Your dad is waiting for me to go back.” I said firmly.His face showed disappointment. He slowly climbed on. When piss dribbled from his cock along her tits and then her stomach, she felt her flesh glowing, her face radiant in glistening wetness."Mom," Rich said softly as he got to his feet. "You're fun."After he had gone, she lay there, wondering about herself again, why this was happening to her after all these years. She had no answers, and she wasn't sure she wanted answers.Sitting up, she pulled her wet dress over her head. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the wetness of her son's piss on. ” Dad’s black humor was strongest when he was sad. I hung my head.“If I wrote an autobiography, it’d mostly be fiction,” I told him. “I don’t know most of what makes me, me. What thoughts and ideas brought me here?”“Amanda, huh?” Dad snapped his fingers to call over Sam the bartender. She had her hair fixed in that stupid upward swiping tail. “I need a phone, darling.”“Right away,” She nodded.“And you can take the ashtrays,” I added, “We’re done smoking.”“Good thinking,” Dad nodded. “So long as. I had never gotten quite this far with a woman before so I was now in uncharted waters. To my surprise I found her to be very hot and her panties seemed damp. I moved my fingers slowly over those pretty pink "Friday" panties, feeling her heat through the fabric. Bonnie took my hand, pushed it under the waistband of her panties and pressed two of my fingers on to her clit. She began to instruct me in the fine art of how to play with her pearl of pleasure. She talked to me, taking my hand and.