It had been only five days since their last visit, but Billy had insisted in going again.“You just want a piece of her ass again,” Joan teased her...son. “My ass isn’t hat enough for you?” Billy grinned at his mother. “Plenty hot, Mom, but I like to fuck her, too.”“You like to fuck anything hot and wet,” she laughed.He had stood facing his mother, his arms about her waist, hugging her. Joan lifted her skirt and shoved his hands onto her panties, curling his fingers about the shapely cheeks of her. I was watching the news and they had a clip about a mad scientist. He claimed to have created a virus that turns women into brainless nymphomaniacs, and unless all nations of the world transferred zillions dollars into a certain account in a week's time, he would unleash it.Of course, nobody believed him. We should have.A week went by, and when nothing happened, people just laughed the threat off, saying, "that it was just a threat by some old crackpot." They really should have paid him.About a. "There." She twined her fingers with satisfaction around his girth. "Now you don't need oiling up. Please put on your blindfold, and on my cue, take it off and look straight up at the ceiling, just like the first time."He complied and was promptly treated to the most heavenly hand job he'd ever had. When prompted to uncover his eyes, he anticipated another look at the oiled, gyrating nudity of his wife and her zaftig masseuse.Am I hallucinating? What the-- The girl whose hands were writhing. Teri tried to focus on his shoulders and chest. She then realized he had his eyes open and was staring up at her chest when a devilish smile. She tried to act like she didn't notice and just wanted to get through this. Teri was about to move down his side when suddenly, a deep voice cut through the music, "Why don't you remove your shirt? It would make me more relaxed." I'm sure it would." Teri snapped quickly with a hint of attitude without even thinking about it. She was partly turned on, but.