Getting through the checkouts was smooth and his luggage was first out, that was unusual usually his was always last.They had arranged to meet in the ...irport in a bar and after talking almost daily for 6 months he was surprisingly still nervous, the fact it was another guy was probably a key factor. The bar was busy and soon after he arrived, the place emptied almost due to a flight being called for LAX. After getting a drink of fresh orange he found a corner not to dark with the comfiest seat. Gradually, his dick became firmer and began to rise, until it was contained by the ass pressing down on it. This pressure only succeeded in causing it to become more rigid, until it was like a bar of steel. He could feel the crack between his mother's legs, and finally, her pussy, as the rigid shaft forced itself against the spread cheeks of her ass. There was no doubt she could feel the hard bar against her pussy, but she made no motion or comment that indicated she was aware of his. When she was done, she looked fabulous. Her lips were deep red and shimmering with immaculately applied lipstick. Her eyes were made up to bring out the Spanish beauty in them, while her hair, freshly brushed into fullness, fell down over her back and shoulders. The ends just touching her swelling breasts. She left the bedroom and found Steve still sitting on the couch enjoying his TV. Jean walked over to the set and turned it off. Steve was shocked and watched as she turned and walked. ”Putting her shirt back on was at the top of Abby's list of things she wanted right now, but she almost preferred toplessness over Bill’s help. He gestured her to put her hands up, and she obliged only because she could keep her back to him. For the moment when her shirt became handcuffs over her head, Bill’s had free reign of her body. Under the pretext of fixing her shirt, his fingers tickled each of her ribs, rubbing the sides of her breasts. She tried and failed not to give him too much.