A warning voice in Ann's mind penetrated the lethargy her hapless state of affairs had placed her in. "No…" she gasped, trying to jerk upright from his clasp. "No… what are you trying to do to me?"
"Come now, Mrs. Walker. You want me, don't you? You want me to love you like I loved your daughter… that's why you were watching us this afternoon and didn't say anything then… that's why you were staring at me just now… that's why you're holding me now. Be honest with yourself, Mrs. Walker… you want me to fuck you…"
"Oh, God…" she moaned, still trying to fight the voice of sensuality deep inside her, and she jackknifed against him, squirming her hips on the hard ground, turning her body away from him, him and his hard, up-thrust cock which seemed always in front of her, taunting… taunting.
And in doing so, her mouth brushed the young man's lips; he kissed her suddenly, grinding his lips down, completely engulfing her mouth and flicking his tongue forward immediately to enticingly meet hers. No… this is wrong… I love my little Lani… I can't let this happen…! Ann crazily thought, but already her mouth and lips and tongue were responding. The primeval urges of the strong, young male and the unrequited, long denied body of the tortured mother were far, far too strong, too basic in nature to allow the artificial restraints of social pressure to interfere, and she let Bob saw his tongue mercilessly in and out of her mouth, and continue to pinch her nipples and cup her breasts, and she made tiny, passionate mewlings deep in her throat.