“What?” she said, eventually.“I see two holes…” said Tom.Mrs. Watson smiled at the realisation, she turned to face the wall and smiled inwar...ly to herself.“Choose whichever…” she blatantly announced and waited in expectation.Tom looked at her arse then her pussy. He stroked her pussy gathering as much juice as he could on his fingers and then pushed them into her arse, loosening her up and wetting her arse hole.Mrs. Watson groaned a loud gutteral groan of delight from the depths of her soul as. Once in a while, we would bump into one of his friends from school or something when we were out. But unlike a lot of kids his age, he didn't seem to mind being caught out on a date with his mother. He even introduced me to his friends as "his girl" - something that always made me smile and made my heart soar!Looking back on it now, I feel like there were times when he wanted to feel like he was the man of the house and it was his job to look after me. I had never suggested it or put any kind. She spread the blanket out and I put the basket of food and drink on the blanket and we both sat down on it and she opened the basket. She had packed some fried chicken, a small salad for both of us and some soft drinks. While we were eating we shared some small talk about her plans for school, my electrical engineering school and the new job I started about 6 months earlier. At this point the food was eaten and there was some drinks left and there seemed to be some tension in the air, and I. In between sobs, I managed to say, "Yes, it's me. I'm sorry, Lori. I won't do it again, I promise you." I was shaking and tears were streaming down my face. She got up and hugged me and then held me close to her until I calmed down. "It's ok, Jay," she said softly. "Don't be ashamed." I began to settle down a bit but I still couldn't look her in the eye. "Never again. I promise," I sobbed. "Honey," she said soothingly, "don't make a promise you can't possibly keep now. When I realized what you.