"Sure, follow me." After a short trip in a rickety elevator they were outside her apartment. Scott knocked on the door."Ms Dawson, this is the police....Are you OK?"Listening carefully Scott thought he heard a scratching sound and immediately signaled to Tina to be on the look out. Tina couched alongside the door, her firearm drawn."Give me the keys," Scott asked the landlord, who quickly hand them to him."Ready," Scott nodded to Tina, who gave a quick nod back.As silently as he could Scott. She came in pulled down her shorts and panties and sat to pee. (A little about the bathroom. The toilet is at the opposite end of the tub so you can look at each other. )While she was peeing I could see her hairy pussy. I admonished myself for looking and asked why she was home so early. She said her friend’s car broke down so she decided to come home. We started talking about things that mothers and daughter talk about.After a while I noticed she was looking at where my pussy would be. I. I started to say, "I'm so sorry Boss, I just thought... !"The little Pixie ran up to me, threw both arms around me and informed me that after these next three dance I could take her home, she was getting tired. That next time I should, if I could, just pull the door open towards me.Frank shook his head, "I guess you'll take it a little easy with Angela going home, remember the car doors open towards you too. I assume you will watch over her the same way you seemed to watch over me. I'll only. I wanted it to be her!I felt it began to draw to its inevitable conclusion and gritted my jaw as my own guttural groan escaped my lips. My cock felt as if it had ballooned to twice its width as I tried to will it to wait for just seconds more before exploding. It was not to be and I gasped as my cock began to shoot deep within my mother’s body.Mother gasped and then squealed as her own body twitched and thrashed beneath my own. In some obscene dance we orgasm together and nothing could have.