"Its fine" I reply.I think this is where I went wrong. She wanted to be saved and I didn't. I even helped this old man by taking her hand and heading...to a nearby couch. She didn't want to sit so I started to rub her shoulders from behind. At this point, this guy was stopping at nothing to get her panties off. On his knees in front of her, his face is back in her crotch. He pulls her from me and sits her down on the couch. Within seconds he pulled her panties off and had his mouth on her.. I bit my lip and waited for his response, trying to control my body, my breathing and my hands."Let me lick your pussy, Mom. Tell me how to do it as I do. What feels good. What to do next. What will make you cum. Teach me, Mom," he said as he reached out to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer to him.I stood in front of him wearing just my house coat and small nighty underneath. I looked down at my incredibly handsome son. I ran my fingers through his hair, wanting him so badly, but. Slowly, carefully, I lifted my head and looked at the alarm clock on the dresser. Eleven-thirty! We’d been like this for more than three hours! Carefully, I lifted my hand and felt his arm. It was covered in soft hair, and even in sleep, it was taught and muscular. Slowly, I slid my hand up, along his arm, toward his hand. I stroked it softly, hoping he would loosen his grip and allow my escape. What the …? There it was, on the third finger of his left hand. Why had it never occurred to me that. ”“That’s not a question either,” he said.“Would you stop that! I’m trying to ask you a question.”“Okay.” He grinned at her.“Have there been a lot?” she asked.“Why do you want to know?” he asked, instead of answering her.“There are rumors,” she said. “And if the rumors are true ... why haven’t any of those women complained?” She was thinking about the unmarried women who’d had babies. If this man had dallied with them ... and a baby had resulted ... why hadn’t they complained?“I guess they.