But then eventually I just didn't care. I couldn't help myself. I wanted her to see me looking. I wanted her to see how horny I was for her. I wanted ...her to see how sexually frustrated she made me just by sitting there fully clothed. I would lean back and then just stare down at her legs for 5 seconds, 10 seconds sometimes even around 20 seconds. I would just sit there, mouth dropped, staring at her juicy thighs and curves. Then eventually i stopped leaning back before staring. i would just. She was panting as I nibbled on them, just laying there, waiting for me to handle things as it were.As I explored her body I noted that although she had a wide, soft belly, large thighs and a voluptuous ass, taken as a whole she wasn't what I would call fat. Chubby yes, but fat, no.I found I was spending a lot of time talking to her. Soothing her and preparing her for what came next. Still, although pliant, Dottie was inexperienced in sex.For example, when my hand moved across the convex bulge. Up until Brad started dating Jennifer our life was pretty normal. Sure, I knew that my son was a little more attracted to me than was normal. I'd realized that he had erections when he'd seen me in various states of undress over the past few years.But even though deep down in my darkest thoughts I had fantasized about making love to my son, I certainly would never do anything about it.I was a firm believer that everyone had perverted thoughts from time to time. I often wondered what middle-aged. She was in the recliner asleep, her dress pulled up to her hips, her tits hanging down and nipples hard against the fabric. I was hard in an instant and pulled my cock out and stood in front of her and started slowly stoking again. It was so exciting I could hardly keep from coming, but I did. I made some moaning sounds so she would wake up which she did and said what a nice thing to wake up to. I asked her if I could see her tits while I did this, she said that seemed to be fair since she is.