MasukBernard was now rock hard. Their bodies being so close he was surprised it wasn't already touching her belly. Apart from the brandy, another smell came to him, it was the smell of a woman. He'd only ever sensed it once before, behind Mary Parker's dad's grocery store and he loved it then as he did now. It was time to make a move. He kissed her back in much the same manner. "Mom, I have something to confess.""What is it baby?" She exhaled.Instead of telling her, Bernard took hold of the hand she had against his face. He lowered it and moved it onto his erection. Instantly her fingers wrapped around his length and squeezed, his mouth dropping open in pleasure. "Oh baby, is this for me?""If you want it?""Oh honey I do want it, and I've got something for you!" Fiona took his hand and placed it between her legs. She wore shorts of her own and Bernard could feel her wetness saturated through the cotton. He wriggled his fingers through the loose leg band and was now touching her vagina u
Bernard noticed tears welling in her eyes and he felt the compulsion to embrace her. At the same moment the front door of the house opened and his father stood in the doorway pointing at his watch, a tea towel slung over his shoulder.Fiona released her hold on his arm. "We'll talk later O.k?" She whispered."I told everyone, six o'clock, dinner would be ready." Victor Martin complained as his wife and son entered the house. Fiona quite deftly held some documents over her shirt front as she passed him and her husband was unaware of the dampness of her blouse."Well dinner will have to wait a little longer honey, I'm going to have a quick shower first." Fiona stated to which Victor held his hands out in defeat, looking to Bernard for support.Bernard shrugged and followed his mother down the hall. When he reached his room he stopped and watched her from behind. Her heels clicking along the hallway, the bare skin of her calves before meeting the dark brown knee length pleated skirt. Up
Bernard pressed both hands to the wall and with his eyes still closed imagined the woman whose mouth was around his cock. He couldn't form a complete picture, strangely and somewhat annoyingly his mother came to mind. It was subliminal he knew. He was outside her workplace and now he recognized the perfume as that his mother wore. It did nothing to decrease his pleasure though. Whoever she was, she was equally as good at oral as she was at hand jobs and he could feel his orgasm builing.Fiona held her clitoral hood open with her left hand and rapidly flicked her clit with the right. She was so wet, she felt splashes against her thighs and her fingers regularly slipped off her pussy. Bernard could feel she'd taken her hand off his cock and her mouth was now closer to the wall. He could now move his hips back and forth and the sensation of fucking a wet mouth through a hole was undeniably wonderful.Fiona allowed the cock to plunge deeper and deeper with each thrust into her throat. Sal
Bernard skated up to the toilet and kicked his board up into his hand. Not expecting anything to come of it he entered the public toilet and was greeted with the well lit, surprisingly clean amenities. The door to the left cubicle was closed and he could certainly feel the presence of another person in the room. Not only that, there was a smell of perfume. It was familiar to him but he couldn't put a face to the smell, whatever, he thought, it meant there was a girl in there and that meant there was the possibility of something happening. Remote, he reasoned but possible.Bernard placed his skateboard beside the outer door and entered the right cubicle, closing the door behind him. He noticed the hole in the wall and without making it obvious in case someone was innocently looking through he peered through the hole from a distance. Nothing. He leaned down and looked under the dividing wall and sure enough in the limited space provided he could see a woman's feet. She wore black sling
Chance encounter brings mother and son together.Enjoy..****Fiona Martin looked at her watch and noted the council meeting had run over time by twenty minutes. A heated and drawn out debate over zoning rules between those with vested interests had seen most in attendance head home for dinner. She was looking forward to going home herself and desperately needed to relieve her bladder. The sooner the meeting concluded, the better as far as she was concerned. Two regulars remained in the public seats and along with the four councilors, they were the only occupants of the town hall."Next item on the agenda," Councillor Williams continued. "The repair of the glory hole in the unisex bathrooms outside town hall."One of the audience of two stifled a chuckle and two councilors whispered between each other."I'm sorry David," Fiona remarked. "Did you have something to say?"David Wilke cleared his throat. "Uhum. No Madam Deputy Mayor. Nothing official. I was just mentioning to my colleague
"I'm alright honey," Janice softly stated as he lowered her onto the bed. "I just felt dizzy again. Your auntie was right, just too much to drink.""Yeah well I don't want to take any more chances. If you need to go down those stairs again tonight let me know."Janice smiled. "Yes sir!" She again felt better and looked at him in the cap. "Why are you wearing it inside?""What, this?" Ryan pointed to his head and made to remove it. "I don't know.""No don't take it off. It suits you." She paused before continuing. "You look like him."Ryan knew who she was referring to. He knew he did, he also realized his mother looked like "her."Janice yawned and rested back on her arms. "I should get some sleep." She held out a leg. "Will you help me?"







