Donna pulled Bob after her as she went to her mother and put her arms around her, kissing her on the lips.Donna pulled Bob after her as she went to her mother and put her arms around her, kissing her on the lips. "Mother, Bob and I both love you very much, and we want to fuck with you, Bob wants to fuck you." Jane hearing her daughter say this, looked Bob in the eye and said, "Bob, do you want to fuck your old mother"? "Damn right I do, Bob croaked through trembling lips." He reached his arms to enfold her, for the first time, holding her tightly and feeling her breasts press against his chest. Bob let his hands drop to cup the cheeks of her ass, pulling her lower region against his bare cock. Jane lowered a hand to grip his cock, she could feel it twitch in her hand. "Is it trying to tell me something with all that twitching and jumping, son." "Yes mom, its trying to tell you to take your clothes off and get your cunt in a bed so I can fuck the hell out of it." Bob led his mother into his bedroom, tugging at her dress as they entered. Jane Thomas had often wondered if she would have an opportunity to enjoy an affair with her sons, she wanted to but was just too shy to initiate it herself. Her husband had not hesitated to fuck their daughter when the occasion arose and he had wanted her to participate with the two sons, when the time was right. Well, the time was right for Bob. Jane helped Bob remove her dress and stood before him, her naked body proudly on display. Forty two and not a grey hair among her golden tresses, body still firm although not as slim and trim as it had once been. Bob sank to his knees and buried his nose in her blonde triangle, kissing her pussy while he prepared to pay homage to her womanhood. His tongue flicked at the clitoris then darted along the trench to the base, now slowly he eased it into the slit. As she felt his tongue penetrate her cunt lips, Jane had to place her hands upon his head to steady herself. Such was the excitement coursing throughout her body. Never had she experienced a feeling like this, seeming to engulf her with its fire. Her nerves were alive, her muscles would surely fail her, she must lay back on the bed, or crumple to the floor. |