Shoving the few dishes aside, Marilyn stood and sat her naked ass on the redwood table in front of her seated son. She spread her legs wide and arched...her hair-rimmed cunt toward him."You can eat my cunt, Donny." she said in a low voice. "Pretend it's Sally's pussy, if you want."Donny grinned up at his mother. "I don't want to pretend it's Sally's cunt, Mom. I love to lick your pussy! I like all this dark hair around it."He moved his fingers through his mother's cunt hair, tracing her hot pussy. Most days, he drove us home because we are close to the path to his house. We chose the rear seats and along the way, George and I usually kissed and touched each other. George wanted more, but it was very awkward. After all, John was very near and it never went further. We continued this for almost two months. Each time we were in the back seat, John would be making comments. He would suggest that we be careful to keep the cushions clean to tease us.One Saturday night, we returned home from a. Tracy squirmed on his tongue for a moment, then knelt down beside him and began to fondle his big cock and balls. She was wondering if it would be possible to sixty-nine with a dog, or if they would have to take turns giving each other head. She twisted under him and slurped his cock-head into her mouth, suckling on the slick red prick while the doggy continued to wash her cunt with his drooling tongue.His huge cock was pounding and throbbing so excitingly that Tracy wondered what it would feel. She seemed to be taking her time, so I started daydreaming about what she looked like under her clothes. As my mind wandered, I started rubbing myself under my desk and was getting quite aroused when Anne suddenly re-appeared. Fortunately for me, the underside of my desk is closed in and she couldn’t see what I was up to with my left hand in my lap. As I started to tell her where to sign she asked me for a tissue. Not thinking that my arousal a few moments ago was still glaringly obvious, I.