Her tongue was probing his mouth and she was massaging the swollen head of his cock, the pre-cum flowing. He pushed the zip of her pants down and open...ed them enough to manoeuvre them over her hips. She broke off from kissing him. Sue hesitated and mumbled, “I can't, it's wrong. I really can't, it’s so wrong.” But, despite her protestations, she didn't try to push him away; she longed to feel his hands on her body, knew she wanted to submit to his desire, her desire. He slid a hand inside her. He said that he wanted a gay mate because he'd never had one – never known any gays at all. I wasn't really sure how to take it, but that seemed to be okay. We left the pub and went to his. Although I'd had a couple in me, I was the one with a car so it seemed pretty obvious. He said that he wanted a couple other of his mates to meet me to see if they'd mind me hanging out with them more often. Fine. Whatever. If they were half as hot as Gary was then that was fine with me. Getting back to his. . I stood there watching my eight year son playing with his cock and I wanted time to stop. I wanted to be the one touching his cock but I couldn't move, couldn't say anything and when I did manage something it was not what I really wanted. I just asked if he was still keeping it clean. That was it. After Daddy died and I started getting the royalty checks my husband quit his job and stayed home and it was to dangerous to continue our little peek shows. I.... I never saw my son's cock. I am rather modest and only my past boyfriends or the people that have seen me in a bathing suit at the beach would know that I am rather hot. I don’t usually wear make-up and never attract attention to myself. Yet, here I was in the middle of a room full of strangers about to pull my pants down while swaying my hips like a stripper. I usually wear very baggy pants and when I released the second button of my jeans they started to ride down my hips. I was still hidden by the large loose shirt I.