Sweet, innocent, adorable Sari with my colleague, the last guy in the world who I thought would take advantage of a young teenage student. It was agai...st the rules, wasn’t it? But of course I’m a hypocrite; I would have given anything to have been in Sari’s position. In the afterglow of my own orgasm I started to try and make sense of what I had seen, but before I could organise my thoughts, there was a soft knock on my patio door, it was Sari. She was a vision. She had changed into a short. Son: why mommy? You don’t like your own son smelling your aromatic pussy?Me: It’s not that young man! Carry me to my bed and fuck my fucking wet cunt there.Son: what’s wrong with this bed mom?Me: I want my son to fuck my brains off where his dad uses to fuck me once upon a time.Son: sure momma! I will take you there.While carrying me there, I instructed him not to mention me as his mother just call me a slut or bitch ill be more hornier when my own son call me as a bitch or a slut or even a. I gradually worked the bibrator in, pausing occassionally whenever I heard Jeremy give a discomforting grunt, resuming a minute or so later. I watched with fascination as his asshole widened to accomodate the thickening vibrator and imagined if I could endure this. Jeremy seemed to be heaven. I began stroking his smooth white thigh with my free hand, grazing the flesh with my fingernails. He looked over his shoulder at me for the first time since we began and smiled very sweetly at me. He. I flew out to settle his estate, and meet with his lawyer. She and I spent a few truly wonderful days and nights together, although that's a different story. She told me that the Roadhouse had pretty much turned into a biker and redneck hangout; whether Dad had wanted it to become such a place, I don't know, but it seems he had little choice in the matter.The real problem was that there weren't enough bikers and rednecks for the place to be a thriving enterprise, but there were enough of them.