I watched our reflection in the mirror. She was trying to bring me off with her hand, whilst she continued to suck me. But she was beginning to tire.I...reached down and covered her hand with my own. Knowing what I was about to do she removed her hand. Taking care not to hit Kelly in the face, I began to masturbate. It wasn't long before I was ejaculating in her mouth. She waited until I'd finished before she reached for a tissue and emptied her mouth into it. We turned on our sides to face each. Mattie was not a fucking machine. Sex meant a lot to her, and was not to be taken lightly--or for granted. No plugging me just for the fun of it, she warned. Matt had to admit, though, plugging his mother was fun.She was 5'6" tall, weighed a perfect one hundred and twenty-five pounds, and had perfect, size 34C breasts. Matt loved teasing her about this, how she was bona fide perfect. She certainly was to him, and he reveled in knowing she was his, all his. Since putting his hand on her breast. Thankfully it wasn’t straight up pitching a tent but I’m sure it was still quite noticeable. Trying to get my mind off her pussy so my cock would deflate I started to lift. Every time I would bring the bar down to my chest Nisha would bend at the knees keeping her back straight with her hands just below the bar incase I needed some help. Seeing her pussy coming closer to my face didn’t help the problem in my shorts. I couldn’t help envisioning shoving my tongue straight into her sweet hole. Hubby rummaged for a few seconds then pulled out a small black lace, bra less basque that would expose my tits to my lovers. The basque had four garter straps and the last time I wore this, I remember my tits sat proudly exposed and my waist looked tiny. Hubby handed me a pair of fishnet seamed stockings, a smart move as they wouldn't ladder which was considerate, considering how much cock I was hoping to endure. Placing the articles on the bed I turned to hubby, moving my lips to his mouth..