I was annoyed a bit, but I did as she said. She did talk to me a lot while I was doing that. I became normal and talk to her for the time being. Also ...he did joke that her position is like the goddess who stepped over her own husband and dances on him (A Hindu goddess). I argued that I am her son. She said it’s not a matter about son or husband. It is about a man and woman. While talking about the goddess I understood that I am having a hard on. This is because the goddess usually stands/sits. As we continued to kiss I moved more of my body over hers and she moaned softly into my mouth as I reached for her and cupped her breasts in my hands and gently squeezed. I could feel her small nipples harden in my fingers, and felt their small hard points through the silky material of her gown and I suddenly needed to see her. My hands were trembling as I pulled the thin straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and then pulled the top down to reveal her breasts. As I said they were large for. I know Jerry will really like it."With a confused look, Keri follows Sara into the bathroom. Jerry starts to turn on the TV but I stop him. I whisper, "Let's listen."It isn't long before we hear Keri, "I can't wear that. My God, that's my son out there." I look over at Jerry who has a huge smile on his face. A few seconds later we hear Keri once again, "Please, not now. Please. Not here. Oh please. Oh, oh, oh gawd. Jesus. Oh God." There is a long pause and then a high pitched "oh fuck. Lee’s hips moved back with mine. “Don’t pull out!” She said. “It hurts a tiny bit, but feels good too. Can you rub me?” She spread her legs more. Her hand moved over my butt and pulled me into her a little more. When her hand released pressure I stopped moving. My hand underneath her reached up and cupped her breast and I lightly pinched her nipple. “Oh, Gerry, this feels so different.” “Good different?” I asked. “Yes, sort of. It’s hard to explain. I feel full, but excited. Push in some more.”.