I knew he wanted me to sit still without cleaning myself up. I licked his cock clean and tucked him back inside, buckling him up. I knelt under the de...k, dripping with his cum, that vibrator still buzzing madly away in my tortured pussy. I needed to cum and I needed to cum badly. I kissed his hand, trying to let him know my need, but he just patted my head softly - his way of signaling no. I sat back, closing my eyes and trying to ignore my burning need, trying to push the urge out of my head. "I'm glad we ran into you. We need someone to baby-sit little Michael for us tonight. Would you be interested?" Sure, I'll do it," said Laurie. "I could use the money." Fine," said Mrs. Hartley, "why don't you come over around seven o'clock.Do you remember which apartment it is?" Sure, apartment four-eleven," said Laurie. "See you at seven."The elevator stopped on the fourth floor and the couple departed. It closed again, and continued on up to the eleventh floor where Laurie lived... Laurie. Yet, I was the one who was tense. Suddenly having the overpowering urge to touch my son, I wanted to feel his cock. Whenever I gave him an innocent massage, I imagined reaching down his underwear, pulling out his cock and stroking him, before taking him in my mouth and sucking him off. What's wrong with me?I wanted to show him what truly great hands I had by reaching inside his briefs, wrapping my fingers around his cock, and giving him a hand job. I wanted to show him how only a mother could. .” I reminded her.“Yes, we have to graduate to kissing,” she replied sultrily, tracing the outline of my lips, “and then escalate to cuddling,” she was running her finger tip down my chin towards my adam’s apple. I swallowed instinctively.Her hand carried on south, ducking under the duvet “and full steam ahead to full genital-on-genital contact!”. Her finger trailed off as it reached the top of my tensed tummy and she started convulsing with giggles. “Your face!” she teased, “You should see.