He looked down and watched Helen suck on him! ‘Ohhhhhhhh!!!!’ he moaned, his hips moving on the smooth fabric of the sofa. Helen sucked Bobby avid...y for a while, then she stood up, swung one of her legs over him, and seated herself bestride him. As she lowered herself on him, she grasped his cock and guided it into her. ‘I’ve got to…to…have…you again!!!’ she groaned, starting to rock her hips. She couldn’t wait any more! She needed him! Now! As she worked herself up and down on his cock, Bobby. Paul reached out and grabbed my waist and pulled me against his body, and used the other hand to move my curly hair from my face and then ran his hand back to my neck and flattened it against my back. I opened my mouth as he lowered his lips to mine and felt his strong hand slide down and explore the roundness of my bottom. As if he knew I would be looking for my husband, he turned me away from the sliding door and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I don’t think I had ever been more turned on. I reached down and put my hand on his...stopping his advance. "Sorry, Mom," he said, opening his eyes. "I didn't mean to get carried away." Don't worry, Ricky," I said. "You don't hear me complaining, do you?" My hand was still covering his, but I was not moving his hand back toward my knee. "That shoulder massage was not that great," I said, laughing. He did not move his hand, though. He did not laugh, either. I looked at him -- he had a strange look on his face, as if he wanted to say. A little voice inside my head said, 'Okay, tell her it's time for her to go.' But the voice was too little and too quiet, so I ignored it. "Better," she said. "Now this one." Her hand pointed to the other thigh, midway up. That center seam of her shorts must be pushing against her cervix. Damn. I was hard. She still rocked her upper leg rhythmically which allowed me better aim on the lower one, the non-moving target. I glanced at her bulge, then used teeth and lips to her satisfaction on her.