Mom are you OK your son asks from the hallway. I'm OK honey, go to bed please.I continue to finger fuck you and you try to stifle your moans, but with...little success When you cum the sound of your pleasure fills the house. I know and you know that your son is probably standing in the hallway very concerned but we are past the point of stopping. After your next orgasm I put on my dildo and placing myself over you I let you guide me to your pussy. You rub it up and down in your slit spreading. She told me to go to the guest bedroom and see what she had laid out for me on the bed. It was another pair of jockey shorts, but these ones were pale red, bordering on pink. There was a matching sleeveless undershirt in the same color, and it was designed so that it would come down only to the middle of my narrow chest and leave my soft belly exposed. Feeling humiliated already, even though no one was there to see how unmanly the underwear made me appear, I put them on and checked myself in. He slowed the thrusting which was a shame because his cock had been poking my ring, I was really getting horny now. I started to worry about what his next movement was going to be. His arms started moving down the sides of my legs towards my cock. I quickly grabbed his hands and moved them to my ass. Which he greeted with a hard squeeze. Disaster averted. I reached my arm and found his cock. It felt warm and thick in my hand, after years of lust I finally had his cock in my hand and his naked. ‘Sorry your wife died, but at least she can’t die on you ever again ... So be happy for that!’”She slapped my shoulder. “Stop it.”“What, it’s true ... Actually, thanks, though. I needed a laugh.”She smiled at me. “Of course you did. And I was wrong, anyway. There’s still Gwen, right?”I laughed heartily this time. “Funny that. The one person left to me right now has hated me since the day she saw me.”“Well, I’m still here,” Lara said, her eyes glinting. “As always.”I nodded. “You are ... And you.