He opened the bread box that he’d made last year out of frustration over losing the race for the bread to the mice so many times and he squinted at ...the last of the rolls that he’d bought on his last trip into town. He smirked. Some trip. It was eleven miles of steady, sometimes winding downhill just to get off this heap of rock and a lot more to head into town. Thank God for his faithful old Indian 841. He thanked God for it even more, remembering just how tough it could be to walk up those. I couldn't believe Paul would be so bold as to fondle his mother in such a lewd manner. I've had my suspicions that he was one of those sons who liked his mother a little too much, but I never thought it would come to this."Okay," I replied calmly, "tell me how it happened." Well, I was washing the breakfast dishes this afternoon since I didn't have a chance to do them in the morning. Paul walked in from school and he greeted me like he always does. Then he made a beeline for the refrigerator. As I continued my slow strokes she rocked her hips forward and moving her butt down, like she was trying to get me to pull out of her, this was a signal. Without needing to say a word I knew what she wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige.After she had cum her entire crack was slippery wet because of our position and the amount she expelled and it was perfect for what we both wanted to do now.I pulled out of her warm sopping wet love tunnel and moved my pole to her her backdoor. She really. .. "Sam smiled. "If I meet anyone like that I'll steer him your way. I think I'll go help Joan with the snacks."In the kitchen Joan had just put a couple of bowls of chips and nuts onto a tray, and was stacking cookies around the edges. She looked up as Sam entered."I've got it... " she started, but Sam interrupted in a low voice."Listen, Joan, I think Marcie is coming on to me," he said."Really?" she said, sounding mildly surprised but not shocked. "Huh. I wouldn't have thought she was your.