She arrived wearing tight jeans, a white blouse and a beige bra underneath. In her hand she had two movies for us to watch. I remember them both well,...Tommy Boy and Night of the Living Dead. I invited her in, did the quick show around and to the sofa for a movie. I put Night of the Living Dead in the VHS player. By the time the k**s were going to fuck in the cemetery I had her reclined tongue kissing her and fondling her ample breasts. I was to her right on my side against the back of the sofa. I decided I couldn’t exactly ignore her, so I just asked how her head was feeling.“Much better, thanks, your tablets were just the job,” she said. Then she lowered her voice and leant closer. “And hey, don’t worry, I won’t say anything about what I saw in your bag. I know people say I’m a gossip, but I wouldn’t embarrass you like that.”She blushed herself, as if she wasn’t sure how I’d take it.“It was a Lelo, wasn’t it?” she went on. “I’ve looked at them online, and I’ve always wanted one, but. My right hand was gripping my desk keeping me anchored in the reality of the moment. My left hand roamed his chest. Without direction his fingertips knew exactly where to go. He began to rub and circle my clit in a way that made me believe he could read my mind. He asked for direction to bring me the best pleasure he could, but he was already there. He was doing exactly what I needed. Each time Duncan pushed me to a new level of desire, my moans grew loader, and my breathing was more ragged.. I gently tugged on her T-shirt; mum took the hint and took her T-shirt off. I unhooked her bra and watched as her boobs fell free. Now it was my turn to moan. I instantly started caressing her boobs, gently squeezing my mum's nipples before taking each in turn and sucking on them. We started kissing again and my mum continued slowly stroking me. The smell of sex filled the air in my room. I slid my hand down my mum's body into her jeans and into her panties. I guess I wasn't the only one who.