But they asked her out a lot. She knew she wasn't stupid. She also knew she wasn't a slut (She'd never even had sex, woohoo!). That's why guys had bee... so cruel. Why she believed them about being ugly is beyond me. I guess she just hadn't been told she was beautiful. That was about to change, particularly since she'd just thought, "the only thing that would make this moment any more perfect would be for him to tell me how beautiful I am." Of course I did:"Angel, you are the most beautiful woman. “Yes... Johnny…” she moans, hips jerking subtly as he made her climax.once she had a second and a third climax because of her son's tongue it was Johnny's turn, sitting up against the headboard, she gotten on her hands and knees in front of him. He liked this because of the mirror on the dresser allowed him to see his mom's finger playing with her wet pussy while her lips slide up and down his rigid member.It was his turn to moan, "Your mouth feels so good, Mom...”She felt excitement at hearing. He gently pinched the hard bud and rolled it between his fingers. I lay there moaning softly as he took my nipple into his mouth and began to suck, flicking his tongue over and around, now sucking harder, my back arches as my imagination runs wild. I can feel his hands on my skin. Sucking, nibbling, and pulling on my nipples with his teeth. I can't get enough. His attention on my breasts is sending messages to my pussy that already feels wet and ready for his cock. I run my right hand down his. She teed up her ball and smacked it again, right down the middle, at least a hundred and forty yards out, and was she excited. The rest of her round went very well, a bunch of eights and sevens, the occasional ten or eleven, with her all time best, a three on a par three on the back nine that left her positively trembling with joy. At no time after the third hole did I ever put a wood in her hands. It wasn't a fast loop, but nobody played through us either and it was a four hour round I think..