George was sufficiently worried that he called Joanna from Norway the next evening. "That sounds pretty bad," Joanna said. "She is not the kind of gir... you get 'down' easily. I'll give her a ring and ask her over for dinner." Thanks," George said, "I hoped you would." The only reason I haven't done it before is that I thought it would give her a little time to settle in," Joanna said almost defensively."Jo," George replied, using a nick-name reserved for only the most intimate situations. "Stop. My pants were getting tight, and I had to adjust myself for comfort (and discretion).Unfortunately - just as a grabbed my dick to adjust, Kitt turned around to check how I was doing. From her squatted position, her line of sight in my direction was directly at my crotch, and the boner I had in my hand!!"Oh, hello!!", Kitt said. "Somebody's in a good mood today, huh?!". A wide smile spread across her face, as her eyes with some reluctance left my crotch and found my blushing face.Think fast -. As I eye her I notice that she has on a medium black skirt, tight fitting, with a tight black sweater layered with a white undershirt. Perfect for her perfect curves. But the first thing that comes out of my mouth is "Aren't you hot" She replies "A little but I have to dress to impress at work, beauty is pain" with a little giggle towards the end. I replied with one of those 'that's not funny mom' but I chuckled just cause shes my mom thats what sons do. "So wow it seems like its been for ever. His hands were even sexy to me. Big and strong. Grabbing me all over, squeezing my boobs and roaming all over my ass. Id be moaning quietly, biting my lip and holding back the scream of pleasure that was building inside of me. His hands would find their way under my shirt as he nibbled on my neck. I would be on fire at this point, wet and longing for him to touch my bare skin. I wouldnt be able to take it anymore. Id rip his shirt off and kiss his neck in thanks for the way he was making me.