She rubbed her hands across my chest and brought her head up. She formed a line of spit and let it slowly drop into my mouth. I began to grind my rock...hard dick into her pussy. She moved down and undid my belt and unzipped my jeans. She pulled them off and kissed my dick through my underwear. She licked the spot where all my Precum has oozed onto. She finally pulled my underwear off and looked up at me and smiled as she lightly licked the tip of my head. I sighed and rested my head on the. The swing rocks a little, the movement drawing away from my tongue and then back again so that her hole pushes against my tongue. Each time the swing oscillates I lick her a little harder.'Mmmmm' I hear, and then in shuddering breath 'I can't believe you are licking me like that here.' The thought obviously affects her because the rocking becomes more violent. Her fingers must be working overtime as she steps up a gear. Before she explodes she slows down and turns to look at me. She swivels on. “Gerald,” she began again. “You are not permitted to use either that tone of voice or that sort of language when you speak to me. I'm your mother, and I'm entitled to some respect. I'm sorry about barging in on you. I guess I forgot about you asking me not to come home early.” Gerald's voice was harsh and plaintive. “Mom, this was the third time! How can you keep 'forgetting'?” He stressed the last word to show his disbelief. “You can't expect to keep track of all your sexual dalliances, young. As the years went on, the family just tended to ignore him at family functions and the like. To this day, no one can understand why Betty married him. Ben ate dinner with his aunt and uncle without distraction. Afterwards he went to his room and flipped on the TV and laid down under the covers. He laid there for a while and heard his aunt and uncle go into there room. Ben slowly drifted off to sleep as the late night TV programs came on. He was wondering what was going to transpire tomorrow..