She gives me alook in the eye as she puts her legs up and tells me to massage them. Itslides my hands down her long sultry legs and feels the muscles....I massage herfeet going close to her pussy and massaging her inner thigh.Her wigglers her perfectly manicures pink toes. She squeezes her legs aroundme."Can crush you face with these" She saidShe uses her legs to bring me and inch away from her pussy. I can see adroplet of cum on her clit, dripping down her pussy lips."You want to taste my clit. It’s one of my many shortcomings. I scooped some mashed potatoes onto my fork, forcing myself to eat.Tom pulled out of mom’s pussy and turned her around to face me. I looked up and saw my mom’s eyes, not looking at me but through me, without expression. She began to sway back and forth as he pounded her from behind, her breasts dangling right over my plate, brushing against my food. Underneath her, I had a clear view of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.“I don’t see you eating!” Tom. ”“Arthur, we were just talking, and can you believe that Karen has never been to the Boxwood.”I knew where my mother was going with this and I was not about to deter her as I smiled at the lovely Karen Tillman, “You have never been to the Boxwood?” I asked as if it was unheard of that someone had never been to the Boxwood, “The entrées and desserts are to die for.”“I’ve never been but I have heard it is very good and very expensive.”Right on cue mom set the trap, “Oh my dear you must go at. They all 3 hugged in the drive as Tracy Denault waved through the window thus passing the Declan baton to them."God, what a day! What I wouldn't give for you to screw me into a puddle of absolute ecstasy." She whispered in the hug."Bad day, huh? Rooms full of hormones thinking about Christmas?" Jared asked."If I didn't strike a student today I never will. My patience has been tried. Handing out detention doesn't seem to matter anymore. I'm going to meet with parents if I can find any that care..