Her insinuation robbed the statement of all innocence. She and Abercrombie smirked. Downs replied. ‘Why, yes, Ian’s on our track team. Shot put a...d discus, isn’t it?’ ‘And javelin,’ Abercrombie added. Margot cooed. ‘Oooh, you’re soooo classic.’ ‘Antique expressions form our here and now, Margot. They must be revived and revered, yes?’ Mrs. Chetwynd cocked an eyebrow skeptically. Downs remained below their rarefied air. He got dragged further when his buddy the bestselling author crashed. Later that night i couldnt sleep thinking about what i had seen i went downstairs for a glass of water passing the dirty washing basket i looked inside to find a pair of her mothers dirty panties i crept downstairs into the living room sniffing them and rubbing them all over my hard cock then a voice from behind me "i take it you like what you saw?" "yea i replied with her panties hanging off my cock" your a very naughty boy you need to be punished" walking towards me she pushes me on the sofa. How may I help?" She was alone, so I took a chance and stepped into the alley.She said, "Mister, I ain't had nothing ta eat in three days, and I'm powerful hongry. Could ya give me a dime soz I could git soumpthin' ta eat?" I'll go better than that. I'm headed for that Mexican restaurant in the next block. You come with me, and I will treat you to a full meal." Oh, Mister, I hope ya ain't lyin' ta me, cuz I could eat a horse: hide, hair, and hooves. Do ya mean it?" I sure do. Come along and. "Mmmmmohhhnnyeah... oh -- oh JESUS!" she screamed, raising herself from the table with both hands, head thrown back. Unwilling to stop, I continued to masturbate my mother while French kissing her asshole, carrying her through at least two more orgasms. Finally she blurted "Marcie, oh God -- n-n-no more, please!" I withdrew my fingers, now bathed in Mom's essence, saying goodbye to her anus with a flick of the tongue before rising to my feet. My mother lay on the table, knees bent, her toes.