เข้าสู่ระบบThe door to my room burst open, and I heard Mom enter the room. "What happened? Are you alright?"
I saw the corners of Penny's lips turn upward. "Better than alright Mom. Incredible."
I looked over my shoulder, and saw my father standing in the doorway, Mom stopping halfway to the bed.
"Oh, God, I didn't mean to interrupt, but that sound..."
"What sound?" Penny asked.
I looked at her in surprise. "You screamed your pretty little head off."
"No I didn'
After only a few minutes in his arms, Tom stood and took my hand once more, asking, "Would you care for another dance before we go Mom?""I'd love to," was all I could say, and truly meant it. He guided me through the maze of tables to the dance floor with great confidence, and then took me in his arms. It was so wonderful I just melted into him as we began moving together. I rested my head on his shoulder, while he placed his hands around me once more. I could not recall ever being so happy and I whispered, "Thank you Sweetie.""Thank me for what?" he replied close to my ear."For everything," was all I could say. Tom did not respond with words, he just simply eased me closer until our bodies pressed tightly together.I must have lost sense of with whom I was dancing because before I even knew what I was doing, I found myself rubbing up against him in a very non-motherly way. I could feel something rigid against my over-heated groin, and honestly hoped i
"Of course I am kind sir," I responded, feeling a little light-headed as I took his arm. My son certainly knew how to charm a lady. He walked me from the house and opened the passenger door of his car for me, then closed it behind me like a perfect gentleman. I was pleasantly surprised and wondered where he'd learned it, certainly not from his father. Tom had his share of girlfriends over the years, and I suddenly felt a tinge of jealousy thinking of how he must have pampered them. I also experienced a strange hint of excitement and eagerly contemplated just what else he may have in store for me.We drove in silence as I was just so content to be going out after such a disastrous start that evening. After ten minutes on the road, Tom pulled the car into the nicest Italian restaurant in town and glided to a stop. Being Valentine's Day, our chances of getting a table were probably non-existent, plus the place was just too pricey. Tom had a good job in construction, but I didn't
As I drove to the club I reviewed my plans for the evening, hoping to make everything a success. If I liked the guy, I was going to try and hang on every word to make him think he was the most fascinating person I'd ever met. I also decided that I was going to make my desire obvious and would most likely go home with him if asked. My self-esteem needed a boost, so I was going all out. Come hell or high water someone was going to see the new finery I was sporting under my dress, and hopefully much more.When I finally found a spot in the parking lot, I took a few minutes to check my makeup and adjust my dress before heading in. Being Valentine's Day the place was packed, but they had our reservations and I was soon escorted to a nice table where I waited, and waited, and waited. My date neither showed nor called. After an hour of sitting alone hoping he was just unavoidably detained, I finally was forced to admit to myself I'd been stood up, on Valentine's Day no less.
Mother and son come together on the D- Day.Enjoy..****My name is Sally Orton and I have a story to share with you. I'm sure most people would describe it much differently than I, but to me it's very simply a love story. The fact that it all came to a climax on Valentine's Day only serves to make my memories sweeter.I had been divorced for just over three years at the time this story began, and until recently had not been ready to re-enter the dating scene. After being in my last relationship for close to two decades, the thought of going on a first date again was almost more than I could stand. My friends from work were relentless in trying to set me up, but I declined their offers repeatedly.At 44 I guess I was at my sexual peek, and I'm a little ashamed to admit I'd been feeling more than a little horny of late. With no other outlet but my own fingers, I had rubbed myself off to cheesy romance novels on more than one occasion, and even disco
I leaned back over her and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. She released a soft sigh into my mouth but didn't move a muscle. She looked up at me and said, "You were wonderful.""You were perfect too, just perfect," I responded truthfully. I reached down and stroked her cheek, wanting her to know just how much I felt for her.We stayed just like that for a long while, just staring at one another, neither wanting to break the spell. I realized how insane we had been, doing what we had just done with both my dad and sister just a few floors away. I reluctantly stood up and reached for her hands to pull mom to her feet as well. Her legs appeared a bit wobbly, but none too worse for the wear.She looked at me and with a nervous little laugh said, "Well, I guess we should get dressed.""I guess so," I responded, and we each began collecting our clothes. We dressed in silence until we were both fully clothed. Mom seemed to have a hard time looking me in the eye all the sudden as I'm sure
I slid my left hand inside the cup of her top to play with her nipples and I began stroking her pussy up and down through the suede bikini bottom. She was slowly rocking against my fingers as they moved along her overheated slit. I worked my hand up to the seam of her bottom, then pressed it under so I could touch her naked sex. I was somewhat surprised to find her completely smooth shaven, but that excited me immensely. I didn't get to go down on my sister, but I was determined to taste my mother.I looked over my shoulder to see if there was a good spot to lay mom down and have at her, but the bar was still set up on the table and the counters were pretty messy. I was afraid Tammy might show up as well, so I wracked my brain for an alternative. I remembered Dad's study in the basement always had a couch, so I reluctantly pulled my hands off my mother's charms and led her by the hands towards the stairs.We entered the study and I turned mom and pressed her up against his desk. Final







