I knew that the tension was rising fast, and it wasreally my call to make whether or not things wouldprogress past this point. I got a towel, dried An...netteoff and suggested that she lay on her stomach on one ofthe cushions so that I could oil her back for the triphome. Cocoa oil was soon wandering down her spine as Irubbed the lotion onto her back. As I was doing so, I leaned over and questioned intoher ear if she wanted this to go on any further. Anever-so-slight smile joined the slight nod of. They were a sheer pink pair with lace trim. Hazel does look fantastic in them and I couldn't blame David getting excited at the thought of her wearing them. When he got to them them he commented on how silky and smooth they felt. I could see he was paying particular attention to the crotch area and to my surprise his continuous comments about my wife's panties and what he would do if he had a wife like mine were really starting to turn me on. Still holding the panties, he, said that he'd do. Here is what happened:In my dream, me and this elderly lady….glasses, gray hair, wrinkles, varicose veins and all…were sharing a hotel room. I think we were colleagues at a business conference. We each had our own beds, of course, but wait….anyways, she had been giving me the flirty, hungry eyes and look all day, and was checking me out in the room before we went to bed, which made me very uncomfortable. She asked me to wear some very tight short-shorts and nothing else to. And being in my son’s loving arms ... wow ... it just fits, you know,” Mom told me while stroking my dick and touching my face.“Mom ... I need to pee,” I warned her, but she winked at me and knelt to open her mouth wide.“Do it. Piss down my throat ... I’ll swallow it all, I promise you!” Mom assured me and I couldn’t stop myself from doing so.I whizzed down my own mother’s gullet, watching in utter shock as she gulped down every last fucking drop of my piss ... her son’s piss. She rose for a.