I went to our food stock and named off what we had. He seemedto like it when I said chicken noodle soup. "Good choice. But you haveto eat it cold we ...on't have a microwave." I told him laughing. He smiledbig then and he truly was hot when he done it. I opened the soup and satnext to him and spoon fed him the whole can. He asked for more so Iopened another and he killed it to. And for a real treat I cracked open apepsi I grabbed from the grocery store and had been keeping it on ice."Oh my god a. ." Now, now," I chided, "If I wasn't serious about you, we wouldn't be here today!" I know." Rachel assumed a beatific expression and put her head on my shoulder and rubbed my chest.Shannon's face flickered through a sequence of expressions, ending in disbelief layered over hope. "You're kidding, right?" Not at all..." I replied, serious."I know I've teased you before, Shan," Rachel insisted, "but this is it! This is the real thing! BOY! Is it the real thing!" She resumed beaming, clutching my. It was obvious Mum didn’t fancy him, just fucking him for his money. There was a big age gap between them too. Mum was thirty-eight and Derek was fifty-three. She was a hot MILF and Derek was a dirty old sex pest.Their sexual preferences never really matched up either. Mum was always the prudish type, always dressing conservatively around the house. So she got quite the shock when Derek starting coming over to stay at our house. He was an absolute brute in the bedroom, a sex maniac, into all. She was still dressed in just her robe and her pussy was extremely wet. Laying on the couch, she untied her robe. Closing her eyes, she dug her fingers into her dripping wet hole. As she finger-fucked herself, she began to moan and softly whisper his name. The harder and faster she fingered herself, the louder she moan and said his name. She couldn’t take it anymore. She picked up her phone and called him, still fucking her pussy with her fingers. When he answered, all he heard was her moaning.