She almost came from the veracity of it. “Yes, son,” he said correcting her. “Yes, son,” she said with a shudder after a pause. There hadn’t...really been much of a thought to her why he insisted she call him son. The thought of it originally repulsed her, but now, calling her son her actual son gave her something of perverse satisfaction. Mind back to the task at hand, she reached underneath and to hick cock rubbing up against her swollen pussy lips. With some work, she tried to guide herself. "I tried my best to act normal and the pizza boy laughed. "Oh yes, even I would have hated you if we were at invert places, and believe me I didn't saw anything though I have a bigger one."We laughed loudly till he turned around to leave. I took the pizza boxes in while shut the door close. I released a huge sigh of relief as the situation was well taken. I took one box of the pizza to her as she ordered afterwards.As soon as I opened the door, I found her with her legs spread widely on the. She had hoped to be spared having to answer the door herself, but her mother was likely already in the back yard.She stood up. Her panties clung wetly to her mound. She tried to think of telling Melissa that her mother was out. It wouldn't be a lie. She was out in the back yard. She just didn't have to mention that.Her soft orgasm had subsided, but her pussy still felt achy and in need of greater release. It had started sometime after she rose that morning. Her mother already suspected. There was no answer, and as I looked out the peephole I saw no onethere. Timidly I opened the door, peeking around with just my head.There was a long box set in front of the door, gold with a bright redribbon. I quickly retrieved the box and brought it in; opening it tofind a dozen long stemmed red roses. There was a card attached. Erica, I've been looking forward to this night for weeks, can't wait to see you. Pick you up at 8. DennisWho was Dennis? Was Erica Miss E. Pierpoint? That seemed a.