Mark looked her in the eyes. Even though he was seated and she was standing she was scarcely taller than him. His muscular torso was partly exposed ...y the dressing gown and she wanted to fuck him more than ever. “Look you’ve already got these panties wet,” he said nodding down at her crotch.“Bend over, now.”Katie knew the position he liked (as she did): her bent over his lap, and she quickly assumed it.“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he said impatiently.Her mind a mush, it took Katie a. "You don't have to play the martyr and sleep on the couch in your own son's home, mom. I'll sleep on the damn couch." Does that mean you're going to stop pouting and come have a Thanksgiving with us just like every year? He is your brother, you know," she added in a conciliatory tone."Yeah, I'll come. Just don't expect me to stay sober for very long once I am there."His mother chuckled."It's the holidays, dear. Everybody gets drunk. It's a law, I believe."Will hit the "End Call" button on his. “So I shouldn’t tell you I want to fuck you?”She gasped, her eyes glued to my dick. “Mike…”The phone rang before either one of us could make the next move. When I finally got the annoying salesperson off the phone, Gwen was no longer in the kitchen. I jerked off right there and after I cleaned myself up, I figured I’d leave her alone. Tomorrow was a new day after all.The next morning, Gwen said, “Mike, we need to talk about what you happened yesterday. You don’t need to feel sorry for me. You. My mind was racing in two different directions. One part amazed that I had just fulfilled my long time fantasy, twice, while the other trying to figure out how I was going to get free from Dave's blackmailing and what my life would be like if those pictures were ever made public.I had a very restless night's sleep that night but still got up with my wife when she went to work. As soon as she was gone I got busy doing my own work, hoping that it would take my mind off of my predicament.Shortly.