...uhm...." "Have sexual thoughts about your own son? No, Mom. I don't. In fact," he said smiling at her as he wiped a tear from eye, "If it make... you feel any better I think you are hot, Mom. I always have. I'd love to fuck you." Maddy's eyes flew wide in shock. It was one thing to lust after her own son, but to hear him say that he lusted after her was....well, it was just sick. But then, she thought, how can it be any sicker than my lust for him. It's all. "She put her arms around my neck, drawing me in for a kiss. "Promise me that when you're seventy-something, you'll still make me blush and giggle." I promise," I said. In the back of my head though, I know she's fourteen years junior to me. I tried picturing a sixty-year old Dana. Okay. Plenty good. The image starts in the heart.A month and a half, though, from clueless single guy to completely and incontrovertibly married. In the other room is my wife, almost fifteen, clad in a nightshirt and. I was already on the verge when he caught me and now he's pushing me to the very edge but keeping me there, giving me just the right amount to keep me moaning, but not enough to finish me off. He can tell by my thighs jolting around his head that I'm close and,wanting to enjoy me before he exhausts me, he quickly scoops me up, my legs still behind my head but lining my face up with his so we can kiss deeply. His mouth and chin are drenched, I can see drops of my juices glistening in his beard. At the falls her ample endowment never failed to attract the gaze of a few guys, and even a few jealous women. As the breeze played across her skin, the slight coolness caused her nipples to stiffen. She just had to feel their stiffness with her fingers. She tentatively squeezed one between her thumb and fingers, sending a shiver down her spine.Watching the hummingbirds as they drank the flower nectar always brought back memories. Ever since he had broken up with his girlfriend he thought about.