Allison told Hazel, “This is a serve yourself spaghetti, so grab a plate and come get it.”Hazel grabbed her plate. Allison grabbed hers. Suiting a...tions to words, they went into the kitchen and loaded spaghetti onto their plates. They walked back into the dining room and sat down to eat. Hazel looked on interestedly as Allison began cutting her spaghetti up into smaller bites. “That is a very interesting way to eat spaghetti. I think I will try it, too,” as Hazel started to cut up her. Every change of clothing or visit to the toilet an opportunity to watch and touch each other, intimately.The first night was particularly special and you know that feeling you get when you've wanted it so bad and when it does happen you just never want it to stop. We spent an hour or so exchanging stories and my dick was so wet for her. In fact it was wet all the way through the ride from the airport thinking of her. I wanted to fuck her so badly. We both knew we had plenty of time and so it. It was like, in that moment he realized I was not the mannequin he'd caricatured as oppressor-mom, but a human being, one he cared about, one he loved, one whose needs were important to him. He stopped doing those stupid teenage things, casually lying, rolling his eyes when I spoke, avoiding my questions, treating household chores as if he were Sisyphus, withholding information, disregarding my needs and schedules; now he's honest, he listens, is respectful. The mother-son conflict just melted. The little house looked abandoned, and was tucked back far from the shore and had a slew of overgrown sea oats and wild grasses that make the perfect spot to be out of view if anyone else rode or walked by along the water’s edge.They dropped down onto the sand and pawed at each other like horny teenagers, pulling each other’s shorts off this time since they were in a relatively secluded area.Katie took Chas’s dick into her mouth and helped it expand from its semi-hard state, after being.