She was breathing in quick shallow gasps. “You promise you’ll work hard to find a girlfriend?”“I promise.”“Oh, honey. It looks so painful....” Joyce reached her left hand over and gently stroked the purple head. “This will be the last time.”“I promise.”“And only my hands.” Joyce slid her hand down the shaft and then back up.“Okay,” Sam said.Ten minutes later, Joyce found herself on her knees on the carpet in her son’s room. Before her, Sam sat on the bed, leaning back, resting on his elbows. He. His moments were slow and deliberate, and as he picked up his pace, she moaned louder. She draped one leg over the arms of the chair, then the other, presenting herself fully to him. She grabbed his hair and stroked it while he was pleasuring her. He wanted to make her cum, but she stopped him. “Not yet.” He stood up before her and she helped him take off his jeans. She caressed the bulge in his underwear, then gently pulled down the underwear, and held his erect cock in her hands. She looked. Eyes of dark sea green flicked towards Melinda in silent evaluation. Her formidable bosom was wrapped in a fuzzy sweater, which reminded Melinda of a cat raising its fur to look more intimidating."Your Aunt Jo stopped by," said Penny in a cool voice. "She had something rather interesting to tell me about an incident which happened over Thanksgiving."Melinda slowly descended the remaining stairs, looking on in confusion. "I don't even remember talking to Aunt Jo during--" This involved my son,. George's steak arrived, seared on the outside, ruby red in the middle,and juicy enough I that almost regretted my own choice. Don't get mewrong, the fish was moist and flaky and tender, but that steak wasperfect. We chatted and drank and ate our wonderful meal, and I barelyregistered when the candle was taken away with the plates as the tablewas cleared for a proper dessert. When it was finally time to leave,hours had passed unnoticed.My anticipation grew unbearable on the drive home, and I.