“So what do you think?” I asked.“I think you know exactly where to touch me!” she teased.“You like those small orgasms better than big ones?...��“It depends on my mood. We need to talk, so these are better.”“How long have you been in love with Robby?” I asked.“I wondered if you knew.”“I’m a bit slow on the uptake at times. What are you going to do about it?”“You know the problems that presents for me, right?”“You did make the comment in Michigan about it being an insult to your family to marry a. To my surprise, his dick was half hard! Hmmm, I get hard causing fear and he gets hard being scared----I think I love him. I could feel a massive amounts of heat from his groin as I played with his penis, the material covering his now stiff cock was getting moist and I could smell the cotton of his pants and underwear-----I could swear there was a faint smell of what must be his gorgeous cock. Still not looking his way but, being able to see him, he had stopped crying, straightened up in his. He led me to a room off the hall and once inside he closed the door, came up to me and placing both hands on my cheeks, drew me in to him and kissed me a long and deep kiss. We stood there for a couple of minutes kissing, me getting thoroughly turned on by his passionate kisses when I felt his hand slide down and reaching my crotch, started to caress the bulge in my pants. I then reached down him and found that he too was hard and we both stood there kissing and caressing one another's. "WHAT THE HELL! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I AM YOUR MOTHER! YOU MAY ACT LIKE AN ADULT, BUT I AM THE ONE YOU ANSWER TO! JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Sara was yelling. She thought it had gone on far too long. He was acting like he was her equal now. Truth was she wanted to hold on to the past. Tim was gone, the girls would be in college soon, and she felt lost. Sara was horny as fucking hell and needed attention. Tim and Sara enjoyed an active sex life and Tim kept her took care of..