When the man in front of her reached up, she didn’t draw back, but let him fondle her tits through her bra. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure from t...e strange man’s touch.On the stage, she used everything she’d learned on the catwalk, all the dance moves she loved, to draw the crowd in. She was so incredibly aroused by the attention. She wondered how John would really react. This was for him, but it was for her as well.When the stranger squeezed her tits, her knees nearly buckled. She felt. I was fighting the feelings I was having. I knew that if I went to the mirror, the reason would be to see if I could observe My young teenage son as he had observed me. I gave in, got up and went to the dresser. I looked into the mirror and sure enough, there was Mark in the bathroom. Naked, his penis was semi-hard. I looked at it and saw what a fine, virile young man he had grown into. I was filled with motherly and womanly love for my son. Proud he was my baby boy, my son. But also,. I'd let him calm down a bit and cuddle in to his chest, using his shoulder as a pillow and we'd carry on watching the brutal slaughter by the Pyro's of medic's and spy’s on the screen next to us, every now and again, softly kissing his collarbone and moving up his neck gradually so that I could nibble on his earlobe, I knew he loved this because he would pull my hips down and softly grind his hips against mine, careful not to make too much of a scene, I was feeling brave and altered his hand so. “I can’t concentrate with all those moans and you wiggling on my dick.” “Mmm, then play with me instead.” I purr in response while bringing his other hand over to help massage my tits. He squeezes and pinches in all the right spots that drive me crazy whilst at the same time peppering heated kisses all over the side of my neck. It doesn’t take long for him to remember that he has a threat to fulfill. He orders me to bend over his knees. I’m already dripping wet from anticipation by now as he.