She found she couldn’t look away from his cock, so big and rigid.She started to reach out, to touch it, but then she remembered who it belonged to. ...ooking up, she saw her son staring back at her. A look of pure lust stared back at her. She felt her eyes begin to tear up. What was she doing? This was her son.Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the bottle coming towards her. She felt the glass bottle touch her lips as she watched it tip up and pour the hot liquid into her mouth. Tim was. And locked." She shook her upper body, making her breasts wiggle under her blouse. "Come on, Ron, you can talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?" Her fingers started doing delightful things to my balls through my pants, and as much as I wanted to get up and run, I wanted her hands to touch me that much more.It was too much to take. I groaned and grabbed her breasts through the thin blouse. "Walk this," I snarled as I flipped the last few buttons out of their holes. No bra, for sure, and nice. An ankle in each hand, I yanked her legs apart, pushing them back with her knees bent until her thighs touched her breasts.“Arms inside legs. Now hold that position. Open your pussy lips for me!”Two beautiful hands fell to her pussy, pulling the lips apart. She had a shy but needy expression as she stared at me. Her bloated pussy lips glistened with her juices.“That is the way you should always present yourself, Andy.”“Always?”I slapped the inside of her thigh with the flat of my hand, leaving. “What’s up Rita, you haven’t been over for awhile?”“No, I haven’t been. I just wanted to ask how you and Angie are getting along. I understand you took her to visit he folks last weekend?”“Did she tell you all about it?”“Some. She said you were a nice guy. I pressed her for details, but didn’t get much of an answer. Jack, you didn’t come onto her and she rejected you? She just didn’t seem to want to talk about the trip or about you except for saying it was nice of you to drive her.”“Rita, as.