She continued staring at me. There was a burning desire in her eyes that craved for the forbidden union with her son. I massaged her shoulders and mov...ed to the huge mounds of her boobs. But I didnt remove them. They glistened of oil. and then I smeared oil all over her stomach and massaged around her navel. Her breathing became labored. But she continued staring at me. I massaged her stomach until I reached her panties. Now I slowed my pace.“Mommy can I massage your legs too?”She didn’t say. "How?" He took a seat on the couch next to her, grabbed her and swung her across his lap as she lay on her stomach. "Dale! What are you doing!?" He yanked down her sweat pants to reveal her bare tush. "Dale!" He slapped her ass with the palm of his hand. "Ouch!" she yelped but he slapped her buns again. "You're the one who made the mess," he said. "That requires punishment!" "You're giving me a spanking!?" "You deserve it!" he replied. He swatted her a few more times but then he softly patted. "She gave me her address and, since the new boss's house was quite a way out of town, I made arrangements to pick her up before noon and have lunch in route. She told me to be sure to bring a bathing suit and a change of clothes for the evening because there would be dancing on the patio later.The rest of the week went by fairly fast. On Thursday I became aware that there was a buzz in the office concerning the party. It seems that mostly senior, mature people had been invited and a lot of the. The man exhaled sharply.He reached with his right hand, grabbed Angelika's head, and forced it down his fuck pole, until his balls hit her chin. "You want to be the death of me, you Equinox witch!", hissed Martin. "I'll have to fuck the evil out of you. Now be a good little dirty angel, suck me hard and nice, and I may decide not to get you on your belly and fill up your little ass, while the bottle still throbs in your pussy." The idea of a huge, angry cock, competing with a bottle for space.