Slowly running her hands behind, she unzips her skirt and wiggles it down, over her hips and lets it drop to the floor. One high heeled foot at a time..., she steps out of it and kicks it to the side. Her white cotton bikini cut panties, match her bra. Slowly, teasingly she grips each breast and massages them. Then she pulls the cups down to expose two very hard and aroused nipples. She can see Marco lick his lips at the sight of them. Leading with her right hand she trails it down her taught. . and she loved Paul... loved him more than life... more than anything in the world! It had to happen. They had both gone too far to stop now!Paul lifted his face away from her breast and looked straight into his mother's eyes. His body shook and his voice trembled as he said hoarsely, "Mom... I want to fuck you... I love you... so very much... I have to fuck you... "Jean's whole body felt an electric shock at the sound of his words. She knew she had to make her decision now, or she would never. There was a joint scrambling for the blanket that lay crumpled at the foot of the bed and an attempt made to cover themselves.“Christine, its not what you think,” pleaded Rose.“And what the fuck do you think I think?” I demanded.I very rarely swear and Rose knows only too well that I reserve those moments when I do for very serious times. If my presence in the doorway had not already warned her then my use of the ‘f’ word set her alarm bells ringing immediately. I stepped toward the bed and. I was relishing the quiet attention when I literally bumped into a guy. We started talking and I learned his name was Steve. He was a charmer, and quite attractive. As we began to talk I found we had several things in common and in no time we were talking and laughing and having a great time. Out of the corner of my eye I saw this brunette giving me angry stares, but I assumed she was just jealous of my looks, so I paid it no mind. Steve and I continued to talk before he left for the restroom.