It was a very different experience. One they enjoyed. It felt good to take part in things, instead of sitting on the side and letting things slip by.T...ey'd already made arrangements to stay up at the camp again, with the same rules in place, though everyone was sure that the two of them wouldn't allow anything untoward happen there, and that if something did, they'd get help immediately. The only differences were that David was bringing his TRS-80 color computer and peripherals. The computer. It’s always been that way, ever since I was a young girl.”“Wow, that must be nice for you.” He couldn’t help it as his eyes focussed on her sumptuous chest. She hadn’t made any move to close her loosened robe, and he felt his mouth watering as he looked into her deep line of cleavage.Tanya saw exactly where her son was looking. She thought about how wonderful that sweet mouth of hers had felt on her body, and as he gazed hungrily at her chest, she felt her nipples start to tingle. She’d planned. I smiled, thinking Jessica had forgotten something else she needed me to pick up for her. “Hello”, I answered, putting a feminine purr on the word.“Michael?” My heart dropped, plummeted through the floor, foundation, and bedrock beneath my feet, as I heard April’s confused voice coming through the speaker.“Um, yeah”, I said, trying to sound manly and quiet at the same time. Any onlookers would find it odd to hear a woman with such a masculine voice.“Listen, we need to talk. I feel horrible. I began to pound the fucking hell out of her, absolutely punishing her pussy. The sound of my thighs slapping into hers almost drowned out her moans. She was sopping wet. And surprisingly tight for a mother of four. Or perhaps it wasn't surprising, since none of this made sense. I doubted any of the women in my family were close to being loose. I let my mother fall on her back and pulled her legs up, propping them on my shoulders. With her hips raised up off the bed ever so slightly, I was now.
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