Call me mother. Please”Yes, MOmmm…” Jon rolled chuckling and trying to brush off the awkwardness with a joke.“not mom, Mother. Got it? Good”...she said standing up to go she was still wearing her transparent bathing suit which Jon had ignored for the conversation out of fear but now that she stood up to go he felt relief and another pleasing sence of sexual desire come over his as his mother bikini clad broad triangle of pubes approached him at eye level. She walked out and didn’t say anything,. He’d wrestled many restless nights with an empty bed and pillows. He’d woken up many mornings, tasting her sweet kiss on his lips. He sighed sadly as he closed the closet. Wesley had invited everybody over for a cook-out tonight. The hands and everybody would be over soon. Lance told him he’d be over early to help get things on the table. The cook sure enjoyed the night off. If there was one thing Wes was good at, it was grilling steaks. He made the best meat in the west, according to a lot of. ” “You’re just saying that. I’m not where near as hot as other people. Like Jess.” I didn’t know what to say here. I opted for the truth. “No, Ave, you aren’t. Jess is hotter than you.” I could see she was about to break down again, so I quickly moved to the next part of the statement. “What most girls don’t get is that there are two scales of attractiveness. Hot and cute. Jess is a knockout, downright sexy and hot as hell. A perfect 10. You, Avery, are amazing. Look at you. Your hair is a. Already she could sense a deep bond between herself and her mother.That realization quelled Donna's fears for the moment. She watched with greater objectivity, actually able to see her father's prick entering and sliding out of the warm cavity formed by her mother's outspread thighs. Their bodies heaved together with synchronous lust, something that could not fail to stimulate her.And then her mother started to cum, tightening her grip around her husband's midsection. It was like watching and.