I return in my room and go to up stair. I reach to my son room near the windows and try to sneak a quick look through the gaps between the curtains. W...at I see inside make me to excitement and embarrassment. Rajiv my dear son was lying on his bed completely nude. His eyes were in to a papers in his one hand and his other hand was massaging his rigid penis vigorously. Rajiv was busy with his papers with some pictures of fuck and his hand was moving in rhythm. I feel ashamed in seeing my own son. My cock was immediately hard and she was grinding herself against me, moving her hand to my ass, pulling me into her, while I did the same, gripping her round ass through her skimpy black uniform, humping her harder, both of us knowing we were going to fuck each other crazy within minutes. She then moved her hand to my bulging cock, rubbing it through my jeans then grabbed my balls in the palm of her hand while I moved my hand under her short tight dress, sliding my hand up her soft smooth. As I began to thrust in and out of her she said “This is something I never even imagined I’d be doing.” I could feel her warming, getting slicker as I slid through the opening of her body.“What are you going to do with Rick?” I asked, trying hard not to enjoy myself.“He’ll want to go down on me, says he likes my flavor. After he eats me out I’m going to show him the stain in my panties and tell him that he just got a mouthful of somebody else.”“You gonna tell him it’s me?”Gayle looked at me. It's just a fact of life that men usually die younger than their wives. This tips the dating scale in favor of the widower over the widow. At my wife's funeral, I had women some I had never seen before coming up to me to wish condolences and offering food and comfort. At first, I thought these women to be acquaintances of my wife but later I found out most of them were just widows looking for fresh meat.It was after one of these widows who was quite attractive, if not overbearing, who finally.