But again I had actually warned Paul about the consequences of what he was asking me to do before this whole thing started. The more I thought of that..., I said to myself, “Who gives a damn if that little bitch is not there, I'm gonna have a good time with Fred and I don't care”. Needless to say the next few hours dragged on while thinking about what I would be doing for lunch had my panties wet and I actually had to masterbate to make it until then, hoping no one would come into my office while. I crawled up her and slowly unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them on the floor at the foot of the bed. I removed her panties and as I did, my tongue felt her for the first time. I separated her legs slightly andmoved back so I could slide my tongue deeper inside her dripping pussy. I slowly removed my tongue inserted two fingers as I began licking her ass. She moaned again, but this time louder. My tongue moved slowly in and out on her ass as she purred wildly. My other hand danced around her. His fastidiousness was a real pain sometime.She wore an old wife beater tee shirt that was perhaps a size or two too small. The sweat shorts she wore were just a touch too tight. She had rationalized that she needed old clothes for the hot tedious task of preparing the RV for the road. If suggested to her that this type of dress might fan the flames of lust her 19-year-old son felt for her, that she was in fact dressing to excite him, she would have indignantly denied it. His mom's dress was. She was lost in rapture, a look of pure pleasure on her face as she worked smoothly and methodically, each motion precise and no wasted movement. She poured his glass full, then went to the sink and rinsed the blender out. She put it upside down in the drainer, wiped off the blender body with the sponge and pushed it back in place, then grabbed both cups and headed for the living room. He met her at the door, and she followed him to the couch. “How do you feel?” he asked, as they sat down. .