"What?"Merry ice blue eyes met confused warm brown ones. The young woman tilted her head slightly and her eyes looked to a place Helen could not see. ...fter a few moments of silence, Christine's gaze returned to Helen and she smiled shyly."I do believe that both of you are very special, Tante² Helen."Shocked, the old woman turned away to hide the flood of emotion that threatened to spill from her brimming eyes. She quickly blinked back the tears and cleared her throat."Well, it seems that it. I just want to keep you in my bed from now on so we can be together like this as much as we can." Taking my son to bed and fucking him was so erotic that I was quickly getting close to an orgasm. And, his nice cock was pleasing me as much as I had ever been pleasured by any man's before. I was close and it felt delicious. "Mmm, mmm, yes, oh, Oh, Oh, Ayyye, Ayyye, UH, UH, um, mmm, mmm," I cried out as I was swept over with warm and rapturous feelings as Randy pushed deep into me. "Oh, Son,. ” I smacked her curvy ass as I entered her. She moaned.“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Fuck me, papi!”Her moans were rhythmic. Her breasts bounced every time I penetrated her with lust. I groped them like a hungry animal. I penetrated her deeper and slower.“You like this shit?” I asked.“Yeahhhh…” She answered, moaning at the same time. I felt more of her wetness on me. I smacked her buttocks firmly.“You like this shit? Look back at me,” I said, more hungrily. She looked back while I fucked her with more. After all, she was in it for the sex too.She also reserved the right to refuse service. If the guy smelled bad, she turned around and ran. And if the guy got abusive, she'd cut him off. She could have made a lot more money if she involved herself with the kinkiest rich guys, but she had her fill of that at way too young of an age. She did enjoy being the mistress for S/M, and performed the role exceptionally well if you believed her self-appraisal (which I did).She tried working for an agency,.