"NO."How the fuck... ? But obediently, I put my throbbing prick back in my pants, still leaking precum and undoubtedly it was going to stain my pants,... but I zipped up. Somehow I knew that my orders were not to jack off at all, not just to stop at that moment.The next day I told my boss I had some errands to run, and I was going to take a long lunch. He said okay, but he looked at me kind of funny. Maybe it was the fact my prick was half-hard in my pants since I didn't have underwear on, and it. One evening, about a couple of months after we had got to know one another, we decided to go for a drink round the corner. Little did I realise that this would lead to what might be called the climax of our inter-family relationship. Before leaving we had told the kids we'd be back when the pubs closed, and Tom had offered to go upstairs and check Alicia and Greg were all right around 9 o'clock. He's such a generous boy! And he seemed to have something of a crush on little miss sexy pants. Who. His organ stroked deeper and deeper into the horny mother’s cunt, making her head bounce off the table with each stroke. The penetration was much deeper due to the bent posture and the thrusts were longer due to the first surge of lust having already been extinguished during their first fuck. It was a long, slower and more delicious mating, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the mating of two bodies that were custom designed for fucking each other. His six foot broad frame mounting her. He couldn’t describe the taste of her pussy, sweet nectar and he couldn’t get enough. He moved his tongue like an expert painter, moving smoothly up to her clitoral hood and almost machine gun like, fired quick, short jabs to it. He clearly knew what he was doing. He relentlessly poked and jabbed at Petra’s clit. For good measure he took his right index finger and slowly inserted into Petra’s cave. He took it out and put it into his mouth. He licked her juices dry. He put the finger back.