" With that Kosmo poofed back out oftheliving room and Maureen rolled her eyes.Sandra glared at her mother. "What do you want, mother, other than tohu...iliate me and tell me I've made bad life choices?" I'm your mother, it is my job to humiliate you and tell you when you'vemade bad life choices. I'm also your head witch and have to deal withcleaning up after your messes, for the good of our society." Maureenglared at Dafne. "This mess seems handled well enough for now, so I'llleave you to wallow. "I knew she was tough, but she never told me about that. It reminds me of the time your mother..." Ahem!" interrupted the stout Irish woman. "What in the Sam-Hill is going on here?" she demanded."Oh hi, Mother. Back already?" Patrick O'Shea rose from his chair and went over to kiss his wife on the cheek. "Is it that time already? We'd better check on the food, son. Why don't you and Gina set the table, Mother? Liam and I will serve." Leaving his wife stunned, Patrick went over to his son,. “Oh god, oh, oh, oh.” His oh’s in time with each hip thrust, and my hand gathers his warm spunk with each stroke. It slides along his skin, slick and thick. I gather it in my palm, and as his twitches die off, I raise it to my mouth and lick it from my palm: salty, tangy, earthy. His hands are still tight on my ass, and I tip his chin, meeting his lips again. We kiss, lips brushing softly, not the urgency of before. Tongues mingling, sharing his flavor. My cock hard, presses against his. She remembered the deep blue of his eyes as they sparkled with happiness and excitement after they'd won the final game of the season, putting them in the championship. She remembered him smiling at her when he came out of the locker room today, the same sparkle of happiness in those beautiful eyes at seeing her, remembering her.The day's worth of beard growth covering his cheeks and chin made him look even more sexy. Suzanne fantasized about how that stubble would feel against her sensitive.