It's torture! I try to grab your tits with my hand but you turn away... you still have one hand on my leg and this time you go ahead and put it right ...n my crotch. Now you feel how hard I am and you get even hornier... your right hand is in your panties so you can feel your own wetness. You like it, and smile at me. With your left hand you start undoing my pants; one button first and then the zipper. You slide your hand down into my underwear... now you are really feeling me, I am a bit wet. ’ ‘How much does this all cost?’ ‘Trust me, what you can afford. It’s high end but a sliding scale. If what you request would cost more than you can afford they suggest alternatives.’ Frankie mulled it over. ‘Yeah, but…why? You’re gorgeous, you can have any man you want.’ Sam sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. ‘You know what it’s like. Bob and I never dated anyone else, got married right out of college. Since he’s been gone you know it’s been a string of losers. Too many idiot boy toys who. .. yes auntie... it's nice... yes, suckme, auntie... suck my cock... you are good, auntie... do you like to suck my cock, auntie?"Susie just kept humming, "Hmmm... hmmm... hmmm... hmmm" as she continued sucking. Her humming was partly in response to Bud and partly in response to Peacock's long fat tongue that was licking her clitoris for a moment and plunging in and out of her hot cunt the next moment. She was getting wilder and wilder. And she loved the fun!After five minutes the boy shuddered. Still oblivious to the fact that I could see everything mom walked up to the fireplace and with her back to me bent over and placed one of the towels on the floor to step on and then lent forward to dry herself with the other. Fear struck me as I became slightly panicky, realizing that mom had thought I was dad. What do I do, do I say something or do I just let events play out, not only that will mom blame me for this or for not saying something It was no good, fear overcame my urge to say.