‘I’m glad to finally meet you. Julia talks about you all the time, says that you’re ‘the one’. I had to see what she was gushing over for my...self. You can’t blame me, can you? Everything she says is true.’ Roger wondered what Julia had told her mother about him and why she had told him a completely different story, about how Sandra and her husband had considered sending her away to break them up. Her mother seemed nice enough. She smelled very nice. All he could say was, ‘Thank you.’ ‘You do. That is what got me excited and hard. Isn’t that what you wanted?”“What? You perv. We, ah, uh…” I cut her off, looked at Cindy and asked her if she liked what she saw. She was to nervous to answer before grandma chimed in that I had a big imagination because they had done no such thing. I stepped up to grandma, put my hand on her little throat and laughed. “I’m not the one living in fantasy land here!” She looked into my eyes with animal lust and gave me small nod that was clearly my cue. I. It matched her panties. She liked feminine things I’d decided. They suited her, too. I felt myself growing hard.“Coffee’s hot. Or there’s juice.”“Coffee.”“Help yourself. It’s in the pot. I’ll get breakfast started.”Again, comfortable silence, at least until she settled down at the table, coffee in front of her.“Sleep well?”“Like a baby.”“Thought so. I didn’t hear you last night.” My back was turned, so I allowed myself a wicked grin, wondering how red her cheeks were at the moment.“Here we go.. Do you want to play again?" Yes Mommy! I really want to play with you again. I want more. I want to feel my cock inside you Mommy. I won't tell anyone, just please, please can we do this again?" Of course we can, baby. You're such a good boy. Mommy's good boy. I can't wait until next time. I'm going to fuck you next time."He was starting to respond to the thought of this happening again and his cock was already getting hard again. Mom noticed and reached down to touch him."Maybe next time will.