“Yeah. I… 've never been here. What kind of place is this?”I giggled. “My kind of place,” I said. “For my kind of people. I thought since ...ou're all hot for pussy, we might as well meet in a gay bar.”“Oh,” Olivia said, astounded. For a moment, she looked like she didn't know if she should stay or go.“Martini?” the bartender interrupted her.“What? Yeah, sure,” she answered. I watched her as she took a seat next to me. She was looking nice, I had to give her that. A little too nice for a girl. “Why, yes, I do Mrs. McGuire, you were our next-door neighbor,” I said.“Please call me Auntie Hattie. That is what you did as a child,” she said.“Auntie Hattie, I had forgotten that, but yes I remember now,” I responded.“Timmy you are the spitting image of your father when he was your age. So tall and handsome, I would have known you anywhere,” she said.“That is very kind of you Mrs. McGuire, I mean, Aunt Hattie,” I replied.“Please come to my house and visit with me, we have so much to talk. "Oh... mom." He broke the kiss, but let his lips remain on my lips. "You're so fucking beautiful. I want to fuck you." Go ahead son," I replied hoarsely. "Mama is dying to feel you inside her."He immediately turned off the shower and helped me to lie down on the bathroom floor. In a moment I was stretched out on the floor, my thighs wide open, ready for its first intrusion by my own son's cock. He positioned himself between my astride thighs, took his cock into his hand and gently guided its. I could see she enjoyed being fingered by the gorgeous hunk of a man who stood behind her. I could also tell she was going to get fucked tonight; fucked long and hard. I felt dizzy as I spread my knees even further to allow Gary greater access to my wet, swollen vulva. I moaned as he continued to tease me, alternating between penetrating my opening with his finger and gently massaging my erect clitoris.The combination of Gary’s kisses and love bites on my neck, his fingers teasing my clit and.