She sipped her tea as she considered the reason for the tour and finally said aloud, ‘I asked her to set this up. I told her I wanted to prove to Wi...l that I’m no longer inhibited, and mother believes that taking him to places she considers risqué would accomplish that goal. Therefore, I will doanything and everything mother suggests during her little risqué tour. Besides, the price of backing out, in terms of my mother’s and Will’s teasing will be as bad, if not worse, than the costs of going. Then a writer was selected to put it all together.Not all ideas came from Findley. Of his stable of writers, one of them, Laura Stevens, was unique. She didn't need to have Findley hand her a project. She had a lot of sexy ideas herself. These she presented to Findley and was always successful in getting him to let her go ahead with them. Her previous four books, all best-sellers, were proof to Findley and everyone else, that her ideas were sound.Needless to say that whenever Laura called on. Helen rode up and down on her son's cock as he drilled into her steaming pussy with long, hard thrusts. She cooed softly and threw back her head as Steve pawed at her breasts and wettened her nipples with his tongue and mouth.Her hips grinded around in circlea as she fucked her young teenage son. Steve writhed under his mother and drove his stiff pecker deep into her cunt.Helen closed her eyes and sat on her son's cock. Her back was straight and she sighed in pleasure as she enjoyed the feel of. She stretched slowly, deliciously. Criminy! Hank Carr gave me a good fuck!Her cunny still crawled and convulsed with the pleasure of having his huge cock socked into it.With eyes still closed, Mavis caressed her firm titties and pinched the nipples. One thing, though, she frowned: Hank wasn't the robber who had raped her. She reviewed the situation quickly. And it hadn't been Willie Quentin. And she was positive it wasn't Dell Emerson. Who? Her quest for the man with the tantalizing growth--or.