"I just French kissed my son under the mistletoe." This time, instead of swigging the cold wine, I sipped at it. I tried to compose myself. My heart h...d slowed from full gallop to a spirited trot, and I could no longer hear surf pounding in my ears. As much as I hated to admit it, I had liked kissing my son."Are you mad at me?" he asked. His expression was hangdog. I didn't answer, not trusting what answer would come out. Instead, I sipped more of the wine. What I felt, was that I had come. " You showed me one of your fantasy movie series from back home, howabout I show you one of ours?" That might be kind of cool," I acknowledged. "But... you like thatgenre?" with some surprise in my voice."I'm a bit of a geek at times," she told me with a smile as she wipedme. When she was done putting on the new diaper, she dressed me inanother one-piece blanket sleeper instead of my previous outfit."Pajamas already?" I wondered."Don't worry, I'll go put mine on too. Then we'll order some. I gasp at this sudden invasion of my senses, his mouth coercing mine to open easily as my fingers grab his hair to pull him in deeper. Pressing my feet into his thighs, I urge him closer to me as his wet mouth travels down my neck, nipping and sucking. I feel his hands reach under my skirt and pleasure washes over me as he grabs my ass and grinds me into his cock. I shamelessly beg him for it, but he only teases with the flicks of his tongue against my pebbled nipples as his hands rub and. She was on her back with my knee still between her legs to keep them open, we each had a hand between us, I was rubbing her pussy paying particular attention to where I knew her clitty was and she was feeling the shape of my hard cock through my jeans.Now I moved my hand off her crotch and slid it up the front of her jeans and onto her stomach. Instead of moving on up to touch her breasts I moved my hand back down but pressing against her stomach so that it started to slide down inside her.