.first on our bare rumps, then on our backs, up as far as the middle of our chests, squeezing, squeezing. We were both screaming hysterically now, aw...re of the futility of our situation....the hard stocks mercilessly gripping our arms and legs, allowing no escape.It was becoming hard to breathe as our bodies were squeezed tighter. We gasped for breath, looking over frequently into each other eyes....telling each other how much we loved the other. The crowd was jeering at this, calling us. Low heels on and jacket on your are outside your house and jumping in the car…..around town you drive slowly, but once in the country you put your foot down and start throwing your car around the corners………………you can tell she is excited as you drive around the corners the car holding like glue in your expert hands……………….you tell her to play with her pussy……..she says ‘What?’ Play with your pussy Debbie – go on feel another thrill on top of the one you are experiencing…………….she looks at you….her. Most times it was just innocent kisses and ticking each other. Some ass grabbing would occur and a couple times I got bold enough to stick my tongue in her mouth or I would stand behind her and grab hold of her breasts. This often lead to more kissing and touching. More than a mother and son should be doing but nothing ever happened beyond that. That is until the night we spent together in a motel room.Mom still looks great at age 67. Short and plump with big 44DD tits. Her hair is completely. “But it was only a little bit, and I think it was to the left of the spine. I’m not a doctor, though.”“Well thank you for bringing her here,” said Mindy.“I had to,” he said.“No you didn’t. You could have called an ambulance. Most people would have done that instead of going to the effort to bring her themselves.”“She was hurt. She needed help. I had to help her.” His logic was as simple as his morals. You helped each other. That was the way it was supposed to be.A man in green scrubs.