Her knees were bent and flung wide, and his father's pale blonde head was buried between the rounded satin thighs, the big hands gripp...ng the perfect cheeks of her ass. Arlene's eyes followed her son as he walked around the bed and came to stand close to her face. Her eyes went bitchy and she smiled wetly up at him when he took his hardening prick in one hand and touched the head of it to her cheek. She brought out one hand and cupped his. Bella did not. She lay, in fact, somewhat stiffly. She was holding her breath, though he did not notice that fact.He lunged a few times, rocking on her soft body, crushing her breasts while trying to find her opening. It was exquisite to be on top of a woman who had that little extra flesh of cushion he'd never experienced before. Her breath rushed out and then was jerked back in in multiple gasps that penetrated his suddenly inflamed consciousness.He heard fear in those gasps.His only. I said 'of course' but I know that she knew I was not being wholly honest. But at any rate, she was clearly getting into it all and enjoying it as much as I did.To add some new spice, some new fantasy (?) element, I asked her what she thought about the idea of a third person - a REAL person, not someone imaginary - taking part in our lovemaking, perhaps an escort or a prostitute. I started out by suggesting a woman, who would be prepared to service both of us and allow us whatever we desired. He loved the way her shoulders looked under the single breasts jacket. She... make that he... was definitely taller than Alexandra now. Alexandra? How about Alexa?"You look very nice in that dress..." Tracy paused, waiting for him to answer."Alexa. Call me Alexa now." Alexa it is. I'm sticking with Tracy, and when I'm done working out, nobody will dare to make fun of it." She smiled, thinking about having the power to intimidate others that way. She felt something jump between her legs. A cock..