“I’ll take care of everything. Do you want me to meet you at the airport? I’ve got this classy Mustang polished and ready to roll.”“I’ve g...t a ride,” I said. “You should plan on a couple more for dinner, which means we’ll need to eat with plates on our laps. Is anything open where you can get food? We could just order Chinese.”“Leave it to me, Sugar,” she said. “Your dog will be here, too. She hasn’t left me alone for the past four days.”“You have Maizie?” I exclaimed. “How’s my baby. Anyway, I went home happy (and relieved to be uninjured by the surprisingly strenuous task of trying to hit scads of batting-practice homers under pressure). It was very late when I got back to the house, but there was a message on my answering machine from Alice, saying to call, no matter how late I got back. "Uh-oh," I thought, "she's going to cancel out on me for tomorrow."But when I called her (at 11:40 p.m.) she just congratulated me on my (inadequate) homer-hitting performance and. I can't do anything because I could make things worse. My only thought right now is to get up and leave, but I can't do that either. So all of the sudden I see my mom's hand move and I thought she was going to hit me, but instead her hand moves down to my cock buried in her night gown covered ass and starts to stroke it. I get so confused at this point because it doesn't seem to bother my mom, but only makes her excited. So my mom is stroking my dick and I have no idea what to do except on. It had been a while. My wife met her while working at the college book store and Alisa was in college. They got along so well that they started taking lunch together; soon she was stopping by for a visit, shopping, maybe even dinner, out, or at home. Alisa has fine blonde hair, about 5’6”, 34B breasts, very nice hips, blue eyes, cute butt, and a devilish grin. She was feminine, but acted like a tomboy at times, as she was the first to jump on the back of my motorcycle, grab a hammer, or just.