"And, what's with this old man business, anyway? You trying to hurt my feelings?" Okay, Okay... !" she said, pretending to be exasperated at him, "Aft...r the way you carried me up those stairs—I can see I'm going to have to change my opinion about old men. In your case, there are old men—and there are old men, she said, grinning at him."I'm just so gosh darned happy you noticed," he said, grinning at her. The main thing you need to remember is—this old man is one of a kind, darling. One of a. Smiling I nodded and glanced at Lisa hoping she was also thinking the same thing. With desert finished, I helped to clear the table and started the dishes suggesting the two of them take it easy for a bit and spend a little time together. Grateful, Chuck made his way to living room as Lisa followed and I heard her say why don’t we watch TV in our room tonight and leave him alone. I couldn’t make out his reply, yet he got up and made his way up the stairs. A few minutes later as I was about to. I stroked her so good that she couldn't concentrate on what she was doing. She sprang up and tried to crawl away from my fingers. She was wide-eyed and panting. I brushed my fingers across her clit, causing her to scoot way back on the reclined seatback. She was damn near sitting in the backseat. "What are you running for? Come back here," I ordered, reaching my sticky fingers back for her. "I'm not going to let you make me cum like that. If you want me to cum, you're going to have to fuck. "Please," she whispered as the fifth fell.Mom didn't say anything when I undid the sixth and last button, pulling her blouse up out of her skirt to get to it. I spread the blouse open, then reached for Mom's bra, fumbling, fumbling. Mom stood, silent, arms listless at her sides as I struggled with the hook."Christ," I said, impatient in my haste."Don't swear," Mom said automatically, like a drone.Finally, the bra twisted open. I pulled it wide and Mom's full, bare tits spilled forward, and.