.Looking at it felt terribly wrong, and at the same time so completely right...I started playing with my exposed pussy too, working my little clit har..., stretching its hood and pulling my swollen, purplish labia, and it only took me a couple of minutes to reach a shuddering, moaning climax-all of this in front of my very own son’s eyes.The sight of his barenaked mother climaxing wildly right in front of him must have set him off too, because I was still panting from my own enormous orgasm when. "I understand. You tried. You tried harder than anybody couldhave expected. Harder than I've ever seen anyone try before. Harder thanHobbes deserved. Sometimes ... you don't win." I've lost before ... but this time ... the price she's gonna pay." Maybe we can help her." Maybe. It's gonna be bad, Mom." I know, honey. Look, if you promise me that you'll wrap this up as soonas reasonably possible, I'll go back to Hobbes with you tonight, giveyou a chance to find out what you can." Really? You. "That would cost you big. Really big," I say. I never like to fight,especially one against three, and the new guy looks pretty roughbesides. Men have done horrible things for a night with a woman likeRita. It hardly matters what I want anyway.After dinner Rita gathers her purse and says she needs to visit thebathroom. She pauses beside me and squeezes my bicep, so close her boobis almost poking me in the eye. With one finger I could pull thatblouse and the lace bra underneath a scant inch and a. They were the type of cheeks that were somewhat separated, leaving a shadow in between them that hid her sweet hole. I had seen such asses in pornography before. Eventually, though, I snapped out of my little fantasy and back into reality. The words on the screen of the machine in front of me pulsed in ominous green lettering the word ‘continue’. In my pants I felt tension as my penis began to awaken from a boredom induced slumber. Quickly I looked at the clock on the computer: I had twenty.