I couldn’t know then that he wouldn’t give up. I thought this is it, now he’ll just want to stick his dick in and ride, slam, bam thank you ma,a.... I wanted to cry when he said, “we’re just getting started.” He started kissing me slowly, running his tongue around my lips and inside my mouth. I started sucking on his tongue like I wanted to suck on his cock. As we were kissing, I felt him reach around and put something in his hands. The next thing I knew my pussy was being rubbed with some kind. They were in their early 40’s. Obviously they took pride in how they looked…not gym rats, but people who kept in good shape physically and mentally. She wore a cute black dress, low cut with spaghetti straps, and heels. He was in a casual pants and a golf shirt. We had talked about the great meal they had had and the good restaurants in town, going to wineries, golfing, and vacations. And we had been exchanging sexual innuendos since the second drink, when I complimented her on her dress. Once. ”“Why thank you honey. Not many women have complimented me like that.” then I kissed her and kissed her eyelids and her nose and held her close hoping to make ner feel wanted and needed. I cupped her buns and pulled her close to my hardon, which by the way was demanding attention and relief like it had to happen right now or else. Don’t know what the or else might be but I was feeling that need and bad.Carol moved away a bit so she could get her hand around my cock and began stroking it slowly. .. I found him on my tablet. He was looking at those pictures we took.”Mom gasped. “Not the ones where we were...”Cookie nodded. “The ones of us going down on each other. He was playing with himself.”Mom slapped a hand over her mouth, but the action and her gasp were so over-the-top that I think they had to be part of the role-playing.Cookie continued, “I was watching him, and... Well...”“You didn’t have sex with my son, did you?” Mom demanded.“I couldn’t help it. He was right there, with his.