” I say kissing her while my fingers dig into her ass one last time before she gets up and leaves swaying her hips in a sensual way.I keep seated on...the couch watching the movie while Joane cook, until I hear her calling me. “Can you give some help here Nick? I promise it’s fast.”“Sure.” I answer pausing the movie and heading towards the kitchen. “What do you need?” I ask“Do you see the cupboard behind me? There’s some cups there that I want to use. Can you grab them for me?” She says while. I happen to fall in the first category. When class just isn’t engaging enough, or even if it is, I find myself fantasizing. Sometimes, it’s a simple daydream about sleeping together with you. Where I’d wake up groggy, and reach around with my hand just to make sure that you’re still there, and then snuggling right next to you, I’d fall asleep again. Other times, it’s enough to make me want to go change my underwear because I can feel how wet I am. Wet enough that I’d feel it on the. She gently massaged my breasts and moved her hands down to the waist band of the thin sweater. When she ran her fingers up under my sweater, my stomach cramped from the gentle touch. I moaned a little more low pitched this time. She moved slowly up until she placed her palm over my bullet bra cup. She firmly caressed each breast while I continued to breathe faster. She French kissed me and I pulled her tongue into my waiting mouth. I lay back against the passenger side door, spreading my pretty. But this time her fingers probed past my vagina’s lips. I squirmed in pleasure; then a thought crossed my mind. I should be doing something to my mom since she was doing something for me. So I raised my hands to my mom’s chest and began fondling her breasts. My mother seemed to appreciate this because she began sliding two fingers in and out of me. It was amazing. To help out some more I pinched her nipples and began rolling them in between my index finger and thumb. We moaned and groaned.