I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car do...or.I was glad I was wearing this dress. I could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you doing?" I asked my son."Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No problem."I looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough room to drive?" I asked him."Sure," he answered. I could only see his head. "Can you even see me?". Should we go through each of the items and decide which street to do tonight?”“Slut wants to do the highest three bids.”“Mom, dinner is over, you don’t have to keep calling yourself Slut,” Jon told her a little sheepishly.“Slut wants to be called Slut for the night.” She didn’t know why she said this since there was nothing in the command that told her she had to. She was a little ashamed and surprised to find that she wanted to.“Are you sure you want to do the top three?” Jon asked. “I mean. I DID like his tongue in my ass. My cock, hard and pointing out and down beneath me, was leaking a long, thick stream of my cum. After tonging me, Tommy got something out of his nightstand drawer. I looked over my shoulder, it was tube of lube. I thought to myself that it was nice that he was going to use lube. Tommy lubed his finger, and began to slide it into my tight hole. It felt so good. He went in slow, my cock hardened to the point it became painful. Tommy got more lube, and used a. ”So I complied, getting on my knee’s behind her as she bent over the bed. I buried my face between her thighs and went to work on that pussy. She was continually moaning as I licked her clit. I used a circular motion and that put her over the top.She screamed “I’m cumming!” and sprayed all in my mouth. She tasted delicious, like the nectar of the Gods.Immediately after she told me “Come fuck this pussy daddy.” While still bent over the bead.So I got up behind her, lined up my dick and entered.