Opposite my site was a private school that has creche, nursery, primary and secondary. For several weeks I have been noticing a mother bringing her s...n to the school. The son an 8 year old boy was very good in tennis sports, with lots of potential. Plus, he had will and stamina. His mother would bring him to school in the morning and then pick him sometimes in the afternoon or evening depending on the schools curriculum. There was another mother whose son was a friend of her son's and who. Mmm baby, suck my clit, harder, and finger-fuck my hole! Ooooh, darling you’re going to make me cum!”He sucks my clit into his mouth and teased it aggressively with his tongue as his fingers slide into my vaginal orifice. I began to shake so hard he has to hold onto my bucking hips to keep me from falling off the bed. One finger slowly in and out, then two, finger-fucking me hard, feeling the muscles grasp and milk them like a small cock.He looked up, paused and suggested, “Cum in my mouth. I raise one leg and spread my thighs, stroking my dampness slowly, eventually quickening the pace as my body demands the release, moaning and breathing heavier as I fall back on the couch and lift my hips into the air to reach deeper into my soaking wet pussy.I continue to move my fingers in and out of my pussy, my body twisting around, my moans getting louder as I find that spot, making my body arch, wanting to cum, urging me on. Lost in the moment, moaning louder and louder, I push my body to. “Your son and I made the company some money today, Joy Armstrong,” Dad said in return. I saw them smile at one another.“Dad, Nancy Evans mentioned that she had a boyfriend many years back named Vic Armstrong – any relation to us?” I asked.“Well, my Dad was one of three brothers; one of them was named Victor. If he had a son named Victor – that could be who she was talking about?” Dad said casually.“Maybe sometime in the future, I could check that out. Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve – anything special.