Do you fuck your mom too?", Jakes enthusiastic reply landed in my email within minutes. So he was close and not in Uganda. "No. I have a few girlfrien...ds but not my mother. Is that your real mother?" I replied.I didn't hear from Jake for a few days and then when I was looking for other so called mom-son couples, I saw his response land in my email."Yes, she is my mom." said the email, rather curtly."So should we meet?" I pursued my lead."Ok. How about tonight at Golden Kitten?" "Sure. Golden. Man, bombshells they were, pics were not fake. We hugged and adjusted ourselves in our car. When we reached my home, girls wanted to freshen up first. I gave them one of my rooms. They took around an hour to bath and be ready and that one hour was longest of my life. Finally, we were lying on the bed, me between those two beauties. Preeti was in a T-shirt and short skirt and Neha in a night suit – trouser and top.Small chit-chat, caressing, a peck on the cheek – this is how we started. Suddenly. "Beck grabbed her hand from tying her hair back. "It's cool… I really like your hair down, and if I could be really bold, Tori," he leaned in, his voice turning into a whisper in her ear, "I really, really, really want to fuck the shit out of you."Tori cautiously nodded, a small grin creeping across her face, as she could already feel herself aching for him by the second 'really.' Tori was never the kind of person that craved sex, but once Beck got her going, she couldn't think about anything. “Well, that’s very nice of you, but I don’t know what you might be helpful with. I mean I still have several months to go. Unless of course you mean you want to help my husband with the yard work,” she said, she was smiling cordially.“Whatever I can do,” he said.“Well, you two hang out for a bit, I need to be going out. I have to check on some paperwork I didn’t get finished with at the warehouse. I’ll be back soon. Oh, and Ronald, if you want to weed the flower bed feel free.”“He’s in a good,.