It was a very moist kissing really. Very moist and noisy. It was wrestling of their tounges and her lips were melting under his big lips. In the meanw...ile, he rooted his cock in her and she was massaging his balls with hand and other hand was slapping his ass. And I was watching a dark strong egyptian man was making my girl discover her femme nature desires. After some minutes in missionar position and he pulled his cock out of her body. Then she winked at him and moved to his cock and she hold. We are finishing up out lunch and my mom says what have you been staring at the last half hour? I says good grief mom I can’t help myself. You have the most beautiful breasts in the world. Who wouldn’t stare at them? Now I know I got caught. I’m sure she is pissed about me and the bra. But she is very calm and collected and talks to me in a low voice. She said we need to talk about some personal things. She asked me a series of questions which included: How long have you been masturbating?. "Like my voice, I love to sing, but when I do sing in front of others something bad always happens in the end. When I sing people will stop and listen. They are happy and full of joy then. My song ends and when it does so does the peace and the joy end. Something else replaces it other feelings and words take over. Like what happened down stairs, what was a room filled with happiness and joy turned into arguing and hurtful words being spread. Doubt and accusations of telling lies, one lady. We pushed and pulled at each other, ground and rocked and somewhere in midst of rattling windows, broken blinds, hot, wet slamming flesh, and, lustful moans of sinful pleasure…we both reached the place we'd been running to. Mom froze, her whole body becoming ridged. I felt her sopping pussy clamp down on my dick like an angry fist. I held tight, ground into her, my pubic hair tickling her asshole, arching as much as I could, using her as a counter weight. I held her firmly, strongly, if not.