We’d get each other off in chat rooms but that was it. It had progressed slowly, from conversations and orgasms to more urgent fantasies, fantasies ...nvolving us, fantasies that we had the power to make a reality. He was convincing. Very convincing. And now we were there. Well, I was. He’d disappeared, left me to sweat. I knew my pussy was wet, even though I could barely move my legs. I could feel the dampness against my flushed skin. Every part of my body felt hot and sensitive. It had been so. ” He said softly, with that shame and worry draining out of his face, and a smile creased his lips as he looked at me with unconditional love and affection. I stood up from my chair at that moment and reached down untying the terry cloth belt that held my long bath robe closed. I watched every flash of emotion that rippled across my son’s face, and as I slowly opened my robe to expose my naked body underneath, I could see him staring openly at my large tits with their hard firm nipples, and. After sucking my dick she sat on it and I buried my face in her tits and felt her arse. “Come, let’s go upstairs,” she said. I watched her walk up those stairs and thought I would cream right there and then. The site of her legs, arse and pussy as she ascended is something I will remember all my lifeWe didn’t get together again until my two-week holiday beginning the second week of June. I had planned to hitchhike around Europe with a mate but a few days before our holiday he caught chicken pox. He smirked down at me. "Let's go to the break room." I followed Ron up the steps, my hand in his the entire time. After I reached the top, he turned around, locking the door. I pulled my shirt and kicked my shoes off. I was left in my black bra and black jeans. Ron turned around and the tent in his pants was obvious. I bit my lip. "Jesus, Gi," He said, walking up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. "If you bite your lip like that again you aren't gonna be able to walk back downstairs.".