” Just then dinner arrived to break up the awkwardness between us. She asked about my son and how often I saw him and the kinds of things we did tog...ther. I told her about fishing and camping and that he was turning into a good athlete and how much I miss him when he’s with his mom and how we try to fill every minute of the month he spends with me every summer with as much fun as we can. “I always thought you’d be a great dad,” she said, “you were always so good with my brother Gary, he thought. I could see her juice seeping from her.“Don’t forget your fingers.” She responded by humping three into her waiting hole.I knelt down. “Hold your lips open for me.” She pulled them apart and I locked my mouth over her clit causing her to thrash wildly. I slid my own three fingers into her and began to piston them in and out of her.Grabbing my hair and humping my face she screamed “IM CUMMING” as she squirted a torrent of juice onto my hand. One hand on my head she shouted “FUCK DON’T STOP NOW!”. She was about to start and then paused “I shouldn’t tell you this.”I pushed her “You have to Mom, come on!” She giggled like a school girl “Well, back in college I used to do some underwear modelling. That is.. before I met your Father.”Of course I knew this, I had been jacking off to her old modelling pics forever that she kept hidden on her laptop, but she didn’t know this. This was how I knew this plan was going to work. I feigned surprise “Wow Mom really!? What happened?”She smiled “Well, I. ”“Yes...”Talia said, his reaction sending her along that familiar playful and arousing path in her head.“Sure, you’ve got one of those tapes, I assume. I’ll get something to write on.”Talia scampered off, heart pounding a little in excitement, and found the rather bedraggled sewing box she kept in her closet. Quickly finding the tape, she went in search of Peter, finding him back in his usual seat, a pen and tablet in his lap.“I’ll write this down here and then you can have it for your, um,.