" I grab her by the hair and push her face and tits into the slimy grease at the bottom of the stove, as I fuck her. My other hand slaps her sweet as...s as I fuck her. I smile as I leave red handprints on her pale skin. "Oh! Oh! Oh noooooo!" Her body trembles as she gives in to her dirty orgasm. "You slut!" I berate her. "You just came to your own son's dick inside you!" Oh, noooo!" Oh, yes! You are just a dirty whore aren't you?" I punctuate my question with a slap on her red ass. And I slide. "Just be grateful you're not wearing a tux!" I whispered back.When it looked like the last of the line was approaching, I handed PJ a plate, "Grab some food, and follow me! The caterers can finish serving the last people." It was time to disappear before mom found something else for us to do.PJ followed me, but looked funny at me when I went into the hall closet. I pulled the cloth shoe rack aside, revealing a door. I opened it, motioning her to precede me into the basement. I closed and locked. He couldn't remembermuch except that when he woke up he had a painful hard-on sticking upthrough his boxers and never managed to jerk off to the dream. Everytime he tried thinking about the woman his dick would slink back tosleep and he would have to pull out a magazine to finish the job.The phone rang and he stood up dropping the panties back onto the couchand lifted up the receiver. 'Hello?' he answered.'Good morning Joe, I was just calling to let you know that I'll bethere in an hour if. We chatted as we ate cheese and crackers and drank the wine. The opening in the towel was toward her, and every now and then she would gesture as she talked and would touch my thigh briefly with her left hand. The more she drank, the more she gestured. The bottle of wine was almost empty and I decided that I should do something with the fish. I said as much, and added that while the towel was comfortable, I should probably at least put on some shorts to do the cooking. “Ok, I give.