Just her and Joel and his fat cock. She wondered if she’d be able to resist the urge to take advantage of it. She was scared to think about it too...much, because she knew subconsciously what the answer was…and it was no…no she could never resist that temptation. But then again, Joel wasn’t her son. Maybe it would be different if he was. Unintentionally she drifted back to her orgasmic fantasy and realized once more how much she’d gotten off on imagining her own son’s tag-teaming her. What if. I had booked us into a hotel, with separate rooms of course. As we walked into the hotel that night Jane had hold of my arm with both hands and her head was on my shoulder. As we got to our rooms we stopped outside her door. I attempted to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned so that our lips met. I kissed her gently, but she took my head in both of her hands and kissed me back with a passion."We need to talk," she said. "We could do that in your room, but I'd rather it was mine." She turned,. "You like my fingers in your pussy don't you, Peanut?" he said chuckling softly. "Yes, oh yes, finger me please!" she cried. "Why, Peanut, you sound like a little slut! Are you a slut? Are you my little slut, Peanut?" he asked, teasing her with his words now as well as his fingers. "Yes! Yes, I am your slut, Bear! I am your dirty little slut! Ohhh fuck!" she cried out. "Good. Then get on your knees slut and suck my fucking cock!" he said, shoving her off his lap abruptly and watching her. It was not so easy to so no apparently. Justin chuckled and his hand on my thigh went higher up and his arm around my waist pulled me even closer against his body and on his lap. His cock was hard also. I could feel it pressing into me. Justin reached up and brushed my hair over my ears and exposed my neck. I made a whimpering sound. His hand then went back to my naked thigh; this time he placed it on the inside of my thigh and much closer to my crotch.“I am going to kiss your neck now,.