It was a gentle command which he readily followed. Attention to the Breasts: He kissed my cheeks and waited. I encouraged him �...�And then…??” He straightened himself up and looked at me unsure. “Go on Tommy..” I waved my left hand across my entire body. Tommy bent down again and kissed my chin and then my stomach. “Nothing in between?” I asked my son, smiling. “And that is all that you wanted as a baby,” I continued. Without lifting up his head and. “You’d do the same if this was going up your butt.”“I tried the first one, but chickened out halfway on the second.” He chuckled.“I’ll go easy on you.” I aimed the glistening weapon at him. “Just bend over and take down your pants.”“You’re stalling, Mom.” He sobered.Looking away, then turning, my free hand dug into the jar for the last clods of oil. My hand reached behind me and placed the slippery lump against my bung. Before it melted, I pressed as much inside as possible.“Now I want to fuck. He turned her so that her legs were on either side of him and he ran both hands up her thighs to the beautiful brown triangle of hair that covered her to find her wet beneath his fingers. The moan of his name had his cock pumping in his jeans. He looked at her over her voluptuous breasts and saw the passion on her face as he slipped his finger inside of her teasing her clit. James' head dipped down to take a taste and found it was ambrosia to his tongue. The primal male in him wanted her hard. Her heart quickly pounded as it raced within her chest which steadily heaved. The fleshy mounds of her tits were more exposed by the upward stretch of her arms, nipples half exposed. Her eyes remained widely focused on him, watched him momentarily remove his fedora then remove the v-neck sweater. Atop his head the fedora was returned then he returned before her. Without skipping a beat, he returned to his masterful art of coiling and wrapping her body with the lengthy rope. Crisscrossed over.