In her haste she forgot that she was wearing only a towel.Michael had noticed his mother the instant she opened the bathroom door. He affected not to ...otice her in hopes that they could sweep this incident under the rug. When he saw Christine coming towards him he was both horrified and titillated. The sight of his mother's damp semi-nude body would have aroused a dead man. Michael shifted position to conceal his boner.Christine sat down on the couch next to her son. "Michael, we have to. Her slim legs slipped around my sides as she kissed one of my nipples before nodding.Smiling at her permission, I cupped her buttocks in both hands and thrust my rigid shaft into her soaking heaven. The force of it lifted her slightly, and she grasped hold of the taps behind her back to steady herself. Our eyes locked and the urgent need to obey our i****tuous desires shone in both of us."Oh, that feels good," she said dreamily, as she rose and fell to the tempo of my slow thrusts. The tight. I don't care what society thinks any more. They're wrong." I suddenly felt wonderful. I lifted up the sheet to let her in. She took off her nightie and dropped it on the floor. Then she climbed in and honored me with her body, caressing me, sucking me, licking me, bringing my fingertips to her vagina to show me how wet she was, gliding up and down my body with hers, sliding her breasts over my chest, then over my tummy, then running her lips over. . If only things had stayed the way they were ... I would be there still. But the narcotraficantes ... You taught us to pray. I prayed. I took this journey ... and now I have found Dave." She smiled softly. "Brother Bob, it is because I prayed. One does not travel so many kilometres ... miles, and end up with a good man. Not when there are so many bad men."He smiled. "You do believe that, don't you, Lita?"She nodded.He caught me in a steady gaze. "This is pre-marriage counseling, Dave. Carlita.