Finding the correct one, I opened it.Inside there was dozens of boxes, all neatly packed. On one near the front, there was a note. It was from my pare...ts, they must have set this up for me when they were busted. The prosecutors complained that they could never find all the evidence, so as punishment, threw the book at my parents.The letter just apologized for what had happened (almost 25 years ago now), and told me that they loved me. It said the contents of the boxes where their life's work. “I want you to fuck me.” My mom moaned into my mouth. We made out the entire way to the couch, expecting to be on top of my Mom, I waited for her to lay on the couch, instead she pushed me onto the couch, and began to straddle my dick, hovering just above it as she began to rub her pussy. “You make your Mom so hot, I had always dreamed of this, but had no opportunity to.” And with that she dropped onto my dick, taking it all in. She was incredibly tight. She moaned as my dick hit the back of. Now to be quite frank about it, I always loved the looks of mom when she wore her librarian style glasses and I'd often clean them with my T-shirt and they would sparkle. Mom had a number of pairs in silver, gold or black and they all had a glass beaded neck chain that would let her glasses rest on the shelf of her sexy bosoms.One day Mom asked me, "George, do you know why my glasses are always so spotless?" Ah yeah mom, I thought you'd see better if they were clean." Well that was very nice of. ‘What do you say, Keri? … Deal?’ Keri continued to gaze at Sam to be sure. She finally decided. ‘Deal.’ she murmured glumly. Victoria nodded, satisfied. But she knew that she needed some immediate time alone with Keri to clear the air and work things out. Best to get some things settled first though. ‘Okay then, slave.’ She began, readdressing the still kneeling Sam. ‘We’ll take you up on your proposal. You’re now our slave. Our property. But I think we should do this on a trial basis. Let’s.