In the quietest voice you ask me to fuck you. I spank your arse hard and tell you to beg. You begin to get that familiar feeling, your clit is twitchi...ng and your cunt is flowing with juice. My hand grabs the back of your hair and you arch your back, as you scream for me to fuck you. “Oh please, just fuck me. Fuck me like a slut, I’m your slut, I’m your fucking cumslut whore. Make me cum, make me cum on your big thick cock, I’m yours, I’m yours.” Your words get filthier and louder as you feel. What’s more depending on the angle of the mirror it was entirely possible that my son may have actually seen some hair sticking out down there. I had not yet developed my middle age paunch that would have hidden my triangle of hair from that angle.At first my stomach did flips, I could not believe that I had so carelessly exposed myself to my son like that. Then while laying down next to my passed out hubby in my sheer nightie it also dawned on me that little Ricky was the only person to have. .Mene jaake tv on kiya aur dekhne laga issi beech sana mere pass aayi aur hum dono tv dekhne lage mene kaha sana yahaan aao me steel k chair pe baitha hua tha aur sana aake mere baazu tehri thi mene kaha aaj bahot achi dikh rahi ho wo hasi aur kehme lagi me roz aisi he dikh te hu…Mene uska haath pakda aur apne goud me yaani taango pe bithaliya wo boli aaj tak to kabhi aapne mujhe aise nahi bithaya aur aaj kyu mene kaha aaj tumhe pyar karne ka mood horaha he…Aur mene uske peeth pe kiss karne. She pulled the long bangs back around to the back and secured it.She took off the cape and had me stand back up.It was now time for a garter belt and stockings. She placed the garterbelt though panties. Then she pulled each stocking up my leg attaching them. The feeling of the stocking running up my legs was even betterthen the panties. My penis was once again fully erect. The feeling ofthe stocking on my legs didn't help either.As Stacy had me go across the room to put on the three inch heels.