Trish brought back the bottle of dandelion wine and filled both of our glasses. She placed her panties over my hard cock as if she had just made a rin...ger in horseshoes. Then she sat down.I was treated to her uncovered pussy. She was trimmed very nicely and shaved clean from her clit down. I could see two silver posts in her pussy lips and all four tiny balls with her lips open slightly. Her inner pussy was glistening with her wetness.We managed to get through the entire hour then we both went. Eventually two months ago it had got to the stage when I started fantasising about how it would feel to fuck my beautiful mother. I tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss her passionately, or to run my hands all over her shapely body, or maybe even the ultimate and actually bury my cock inside her. Although deep down I knew that she would never ever let me have sex with her, I wondered whether I could persuade her to do something else, maybe give me a nice long French kiss.I knew that. I never refused a man in that situation.After three or four minutes he had recovered and began to take an interest in me again. He got up on his arms and we looked into each other's eyes. “Did you enjoy that? I am sorry; I haven’t done anything like that with as much passion for years. I would say that is the best time I can remember even with my wife for many many years. Have no fear about pregnancy. I assume you take the precautions. I had a vasectomy after our second child, and she didn’t. "Don't! Move!" I yell and your whole body jumps, frozen again as you stare up into my eyes. "Now... your answer wasn't quite right, young lady. Who's beer is this?" Your lips tremble just a little before you say in a barely audible voice, "Y-yours. daddy." I turn the bottle around in my hand. "That's not quite right either, is it? Since you've already finished half of it off in five minutes," I sigh, holding it out to you. "I guess it's mostly yours now." Your mouth drops open, yours eyes.