They worried that they couldn't keep a guy who was too much better than they were.Fine… I’m going to hold you to that!I didn’t want it to end.Her hands rested on his hips near his crotch, for balance she told herself, and he said, Go on -- you can grind your pussy on me. I know you want to.A zest.I had a Moms and Boys granny range of mixed feelings.I remembered the look on her face, her focused enthusiasm and, on pussy licking a rush of excitement, asked, Did you enjoy it?I had never heard fear like that before from her.I placed my hands on her juicy thighs and rubbed them.The feeling was a mix of pain, but it didn't hurt after a while and felt a little good.Somebody had better start explaining Erica was the first to speak It's not what you think, mama!I told him, as I moved up to his face.Did I do something wrong Mr. C. Yes, I said. The closed sign was on, the studio lights off, proving that she wasn't here Moms and Boys exercising. Or, well, she was doing a different form of exercise.My dick ached. I was eager for this. So ready to punish my wife and the asshole cuckolding me. I would take back my manhood. I was seizing my life by the hand. No more getting walked over. No more being a living wallet for my whore-wife.I smiled. She would be granny a whore for real.I stepped out of my pussy licking car. Traffic was light, crossing the road between us and the studio. I marched across it, my son and daughter following me. Then my son darted ahead. He grabbed the door of the studio, jerking on it.A bell jingled as it rattled. My son groaned. It's locked, Dad.