Your legs under my legs and your feet against my hips, we do not look at each other’s bodies, just into each other’s eyes. Are you imagining somet...ing similar? A finger drags along my inner thigh, up over my mound and down the other thigh. Now two fingers drag back up, stopping at the top of my mound. They slowly trace down each side. Do you imagine the moisture emerging? Up and down, you trace, I wish you would push between, but I will wait until instructed. I imagine you are quite hard, my. He had her number, so he'd call her one day. Or send her a filthy text. Demand that she show up at his door with tiny, tight-fitting clothes and no underwear. Play with her body, toy with her mind, give her a new pair of panties that he'd pick specially for the occasion, make her parade in them, jiggle in them, then shove her on the bed face first, yank them down and show her what a real butt fucking was. Drifting his eyes up her curves, he delivered his best 'I want you' look, pleased at the. Soon we arrived and shuffled up the stairs to my flat, feet hurting after a days walking and everyone eager to sit on their arses.The radio was turned on and set low as I danced myself into the kitchen for a few cold beers, while Lisa rolled a few joints and curled up next to Chris and Rose sprawled on the couch opposite. Drinks were drank while a joint was passed around and before long we all seemed to sit back, everyone chilled after such a long day. We kept the conversation light and upbeat,. I was proud to make my mother feel so good. But I wanted more."Roll over," I said.She did. She spread herself out on all fours, just like the first time I saw her. I fingered her pussy slowly, teasing her. I slapped her ass."You're a fucking slut, aren't you mom?" Yes." I could do anything I wanted to you right now, couldn't I?" Oh God yes!"I slapped her ass again. On screen, my mom was begging for more cock. I spread her butt cheeks and put my thumb in her ass. I held her like a bowling.