Me: I’m watching something better than the movie.Mom: Haha. You really like these, huh? Aren’t they old and saggy?Me: Are you kidding, mom? They a...e so damn good. I just really miss being a kid.Mom: Why so?Me: You know, as a kid, I would have had sucked them and kissed them.Mom: Oh, really? Well, even grown boys can suck and kiss boobs, you know. (And she winked at me)I just couldn’t believe my ears. This is it! I just went near her, and with one hand, I unhooked her bra. My mom was amazed as I. In fact, it seemed more than depressing really. She was in Paris after all and here was a guy, with no obvious attachments, offering to take her to dinner and show her things that a tourist might not see. That he was also good looking and seemed to have money did not hurt either. It only took her a moment to make up her mind, her nipples hardening under her bra in excitement as she responded. ‘OK, soufflé it is.’ ‘Tres bien, chérie. I must confess though, that I am not cooking it and it is. The two guys were gestured over, and one went to my father, and one to my Grandpa. My father told them both that we had been bad and needed a good seeing to. One of the guys was nearly fluent in English, and was telling the other what my father had said. Once he had finished the look on his face was one of amazement. He sat down next to my Grandpa and the other guy went and sat down next to my father. My father had opened my mum legs and was gesturing him to play with her hairy cunny. He. Most of the year round this was just a changing facility for the local sports field, she knew it well, well enough to steer him into a supply cupboard.She had pushed his back against the door to keep it closed, slid to her knees in front of him, unbottoned his dirty Levi's, pulled free his firming, thickening cock, and took it in her mouth. One hand had kept his dick steady, the other caressed his bruised buttocks. His shaft was as strong as she had expected. Licking and kissing she had made.