"Do you really want it?" she asked coquettishly."Yes please, Katrina. Please?"She rolled on top of him, rubbing herself against the bulge in his pants... "I don't see why not?" He tried to roll her onto her back, unsuccessfully. She moved up, hovering over his face, rearranging her skirts, and pulling her panties aside, settled on his face. She could feel his tongue as it lapped across her clit, stabbed inside and traced the outline of her lust swollen lips. She rolled her hips, tickling his. The only thing thatmade me feel even a little better was the glass of salt water I drankbut even that didn't help nearly as much as it did the first time.I walked back into the living room and grabbed the phone and called thelocal pizza shop and ordered a large pepperoni and some bread payingover the phone with my credit card.It was about twenty minutes later when there was a knock on the door. Igot up to answer it and was greeted by a tall but a bit lanky brownhaired teenager.The moment I saw. "With a little sob, Roxie lifted her dress around her waist. She closed her eyes with embarrassment as her son gazed at her. The panties were tight, her cunt puffing them outward. The shadow of her thick pussy hair was framed inside the thin nylon. Her legs were lovely, very smooth and unblemished. She heard him open his pants and a flash of heat ran through her. She knew he was taking his cock out as he looked at her. She felt so exposed, so wanton, standing before her son with her dress. He didn't look good, probably he'd drunk more after she'd passed out. He stared down at her with dull eyes for a long time before speaking. "You ready for me?" his voice was hoarse, with some of the whine back in it. "Suck me off, and you can eat."Her stomach panged when he said it, but one look at him was enough to put steel in her spine. He was doing it on purpose, had to be, but he was still naked from the night before. The skin around his crotch had turned a greyish-green. The veins on his.