Rachel let us in and shouted “Hello?” which brought her mother out of the living room. Now I had seen her mother at school functions as a youth an... had admired her mature beauty. It was obvious whence Rachel had her looks.She swiftly moved to embrace her daughter, then turned to me with a broad smile.“Mum, this is Rod,” Rachel said.“Pleased to meet you Roderick,” she said holding out a hand to shake.“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs Grantham,” I replied taking her hand and shaking. The long black curls, the mornings in bed. Miranda, always mysterious, always sexy. Too bad he had cheated on her. She had found out, slapped him. That had been what? Six months ago?"Miranda." That's right." She confirmed, "You do remember me after all." What do you want?" he was agitated and eager to get off the line. As far as he was concerned he had some sort of virus and wasn't in the mood to play catch up with an old flame. "Well, I'm just seeing how you're doing." Fine. Thanks, look. I ran my hands from the front of my waist to my back, my thumbs still hooked in my shorts and slid them down my legs. Once I got them down to my ankles, I lolled my legs to one side and ran my hands up my ankles to my bent knees. I pushed my chest out and let out a light moan. My hands slid up the back of my thighs and grazed across my ass. I couldn't help it, I practically yelled out in pleasure. I rolled onto my side and rubbed my ass while my other hand snaked down to my crotch. I was. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t like. Not even let Bob fuck your tight ass, if you don’t want him to.”“But what if I wanna do it?” Sally asked. “Then do it,” her mother answered.Bob had been watching and listening. He stared at his mother’s cunt, seeing her soft pussy hair beaded with her piss. His cock was half-hard.“I will, Mom,” he said, his voice low and filled with emotions.“Will what, darling?”“Taste your piss.”“Really?” Marla asked, delighted.Bob nodded, still staring at her wet.