He was sleepy but Mommy wanted to play. I was relaxing next to the pool yesterday evening when I wanted something from the refrigerator. I walked in to find Michael, still in his work clothes, asleep on the couch. He was facing the back of the couch with his head buried in throw pillows. As he snored softly, his bikini-clad succubus of a mom, climbed onto the couch behind him. My lips and tongue ever-so-gently kissed kiss neck while my hand undid his belt. He began to stir and through a wearied smile, he asked "Mom...what are you doing?" "Being motherly" I hissed into his ear. He grinned a… بیشتر بخوانید