I put a hand behind her and picked her up."What are you doing?" We'll be more comfortable upstairs." She tucked her face into my neck and I took her t... my room."You've gotten stronger." We're both older." I put her on my bed and took off my shirt and unzipped my shorts."The underpants, too." I pulled them down. Rachel giggled. "I can see you're ready."I took a nipple in my mouth. It was hard as a pencil eraser. I moved to the other side. Rachel moaned. I kissed my way down to her navel and put. "I'm being very careful, Alma," I whispered. "Very careful."With that I reached around and eased the spatula out of her hand and put it beside the stove. I reached a little further and turned off the burner. Perfect timing. Alma had been just about to pour a new set of pancakes. Alma pressed her butt against me when I moved my hands down and slid them under her t-shirt and back up to her breasts. Alma wasn't wearing a bra, none of the women, Emily, my mom, Alma, wore a bra around the house,. I looked at myself in the mirror. Looking at what a real motherfucker looked like. How could I have done that to the woman who gave me life, who fed me, cared for me, raised me, gave me everything I ever wanted. What kind of monster was I?I quickly washed up and turned off the light and went back into the bedroom. I picked up my boxers and put them on. I walked to the large picture window that overlooked a park. I stood there staring out the window, not seeing anything, not hearing anything,. ” She hurriedly complies, pulling up her underwear over her cum soaked behind. I moan quietly, loving the fact that she'll have to spend the whole day at work with my cum on her the entire time. As she finishes putting on her wrinkled pencil skirt and her red lace bra, she grabs her torn white button up and gives me a questioning look. “Sir, you ripped this off of me…” I raise an eyebrow at her. Is she stupid? Of course I knew that. I did it to help her. That shirt was so tight against her.