I lie back holding his hard length in my hand - squeezing a little then sliding my hand up and down, then squeezing again; while I feel his fingers gl...ide gently down and between my thighs massaging every part of me as our tongues intertwine in passion. I open my legs as wide as I can, loving the feel of his fingers sliding up and down the length of my opening, moving up to tease my clit then slipping deep inside, before moving back to my clit. That direct sensation is more than I can stand. I. That could never happen, no matter what you have done.” Then I kissed her, tasting her lips again, but this time it was more of a son/mother kiss than as a lover. I have to tell you I wanted to kiss her more, I wanted to ravish her mouth like a lover. But my concern was for my mom right then and not my dick…I held my mother for a good long time until I finally heard her say. “Truth or dare?”I laugh at my mother’s determination, and even though it was my turn, I figured that I still had my end. ?" I looked about.She sat on the couch. "My old master had me gather treasures for him. Gold, jewels, even cash. All illegal, of course. He had me bury it until the cops backed off. While I told him where I buried it, I didn't tell him that I had some friends dig it up and re-bury it. Stupid man sent me back to Hell thinking it would save his soul and he'd be rich, and he got nothing out of it." Demie had a smug, faraway look on her face.I sat next to her. "And where's your old master now?"She. Sadly I didnt see that thing, because as soon as I jumped into the room and we caught sight of each other he flung his trousers up and put his jumper on top of that thing in his hand, at which point he let go and started twiddling his thumbs. He was silent and bright red, trying not to look at me. I said Why do you have that on your lap? to which he replied I was cold. I nodded sarcastically. I then noticed something on his computer screen he forgot about, it was a picture like a montage of.