They seemed to be searching every inch of her consciousness, judging her, testing her. Her mouth quivered a little but she did her best to stand up to... him, to his pure physical and psychological presence.Finally he smiled. It seemed she had passed the test. Of course it wasn't necessarily a good thing to pass a test with some men. Being on Levy's radar could have consequences in the future...He moved behind her, deceptively quick for a man of his size. She felt his finger on the small of her. “I’ve always wanted you to be back inside me, back inside my pussy.”I pushed her forward again, and then pulled her back. It was still slow, but there were no pauses now. Very, very slowly, I was fucking my own mother, sliding my swollen cock into my own mother’s pussy, doing something so taboo, so forbidden, that the very wrongness of it only added to my confused desire.“I’ve always wanted you, too, mother,” I replied as I continued to increase the pace of our pumping, pushing my mother. I picked up my beer and took a sip, stalling a bit."I come for dinner then usually sit on the deck for a few hours. Most of the time the view out there is better than in here, but not tonight" I replied honestly. She blushed ever so slightly, knowing what I was saying."You're very kind," she said in a voice so soft it was barely audible. Taking a chance, I reached out and placed my left hand on top of her right hand. She didn't pull away but the look in her eyes had changed. Unable to determine. He was seated next to me and facing my wife. Kitty, my wife, was wearing a low cut, evening dress, high heels and had her hair pulled back into a pony tail. She looked great and I told her so several time during dinner. Kitty is a slender woman, about 5 ft 5 inches tall and weighs about 110 pounds. She has naturally red hair (collar and cuffs) and has very nice C cup breast that were showing very prominently. I noticed that she kept glancing at the man next to us and smiling, but thought.