And she seemed a little shocked, and then said, well why dont you make it nice and hard for Mommy. And that sent a wicked chill over my body, this was...wrong, but it sure felt right. I leaned back on the couch, made myself comfortable and started to stroke myself. I was looking all over Mom's body, and was rapidly getting hard as steel. Mom slowly ran her hands over herself, rubbing her tits, moving down her stomach, and gently rubbing her panty covered pussy. I was on sensory overload, I had. I want you balls completely full tomorrow. I said yes mam. She loves when I say that. She said OK bye then she hung up.I didn't trust myself so I watched TV instead of watching her. Saturday afternoon I had just finished cutting grass and cleaning the pool when Andrea pulled into the garage. I watched as her car door opened and she stepped out, she was wearing an extremely tight pair of short shorts and when she bent over to pick up her purse almost half of her ass cheeks could be seen. As she. Now with these memories searing through his brain and not able to contain himself further, the plain minded farmer blurted out that Jo could find out a really big birthday secret.Excitedly, she pleaded to hear and he bade her sit on his lap. Jo willingly did so and his burly great hand wrapped over her hot thighs. He budged her back so she would put weight on his dick, which was now hard against his belly. The secret he would disclose would also be their secret, nobody must ever know and she. Karen’s mind was racing. This was the man who had occupied her most intimate and erotic dreams for many years. He was the man who knew exactly how to love her. He knew where and how to touch her, bringing her to ultimate sexual pleasure, causing her to wake in the middle of the night trembling with her orgasm. And this was the man, through her dreams, who helped her retain her sanity through the last turbulent year of her nearly sexless marriage. But that’s all it was, just a dream, her private.