"What's for dinner, honey?" I said."Pot roast," she said. I was genuinely pleased and my smile must have told her so: she gave me a big hug.Ten minute...s later she was toting the dinner into the dinette and noticed the envelope. "What's that?" she said. I looked to where she was pointing and shrugged."Some woman, one I never met, gave it to me at Castellano's earlier. I think it's just so much bullshit, but I brought it home for you to look at if you want. I guess the woman—said her name was. Then justthe oddity of giving a friendly rub to the shoulder of her own (old) bodyseemed to derail her train of thought, and she just sat there, rubbing itfor a second. I didn't say anything, until she seemed to come back toherself. "Where was I? Oh. I was going to say that I understand, and that it'ssweet of you to feel this way. But I'm violating your privacy as much asyou are with mine. Depending on how long this lasts, you may have to do alot of stuff in that body, Jeff. I don't want you. "Here's the target! Lets charge up your weapon and see if we can make a bullseye!” With these words mother herself reach into her pussy, took her vaginal secretions and used them as lubrication to jack me off. I began to move my hips too. She had my cock directly aimed at her hole. Clearly, she wanted me to shoot it into the opening. The pressure started to build as I felt the hot hand of my mother on my dick, and the cool light breeze tickling the hairs of my ass. My thrusting became. “He was nice to me,” she said, reaching for Bobby’s penis. She wrapped her hand around it, and slid it up and down. She was getting good at that. “He helped me not be scared of some of the rides.”“Did he do this?” asked Bobby, catching a nipple and squeezing it gently.She shivered, and ground her pussy against his thigh.“No,” she sighed. “He didn’t try anything. I wanted him to, but he didn’t.”“You wanted him to.” said Bobby.“I wanted to kiss him,” she said, “like this.”She kissed him, and.