The scenery was beautiful if you could take it in for keeping your eye on the road. But eventually we arrived to a clearing in the woods with a doubl... wide and a garage tucked neatly out of view from the main road.They must have been waiting for I no sooner pulled into the yard when Amy and her son appear out the door headed for the car. He was an image of his ma but unmistakeably a male - I mean nothing sissy about him. He looked about ten and was well built but he walked with eyes to the. Or I could be a live-in ranch hand. I'd feed his horses and pigs, clean the stalls, take out the trash, keep the inside of the home clean, all that. And he would pay me a salary...and fuck me every night. To live on ranch out in the quiet, peaceful countryside was very appealing, but I have too much of a life, and know too many people, to give it up and move away from San Diego.I also ran scenarios in my head of what the first time would be like when i would run into his on-again, off-again. There were moments when she could swear she could see her husband's eyes when she looked into her son's eyes, and at those moments she knew that if she wasn't Tom's mother she could easily have fallen in love with him just as she had with his father.Tom gulped down the last of his coffee, got up from his chair, said a quick goodbye to his mother and headed off for work. On the drive across town he wondered if his mother would ever directly question Sandra about the nature of his occasional help. I felt a tickle in my pussy and another drop of my pre-cum oozed out of my pussy. I felt his right hand rolling along my left thigh looking for my ass cheeks. By that time my gown was back in place but its strap was still unfastened and half of inner sides of my melons close to my cleavage were still visible. I could feel his hand at my ass cheeks but he did not try to lift my gown up. He perhaps did not notice that I was not wearing my undergarments. I was under complete hangover and didn’t.