I can feel his large, strong fingers press into my hips while my breasts smash against his hard chest. My hands snake up his neck and my fingers tangl... in his metallic hair. My breathing is shallow from the kiss and my building pleasure. By the time we break apart, I am gasping. Smiling down at me with that predator's smile of his, he runs his right hand lower down by hip and grasps the back of my right thigh firmly, his muscled forearm supporting my left side. Sliding his left hand further up,. We were closer than most mothers and daughters ever become. We were best friends, confidants. We shared our most intimate thoughts and feelings. Nothing was taboo or off limits when we talked. I'm forty-something and my mom's fifty-something but we still have that relationship today. My own daughter, Rachel, and I have the same relationship. Sex plays an essential role in my mother's daily life style is even today. Sex is the one thing that she will never have too much of, anything even. He was enjoying himself for a couple minutes of me doing the best I could and I could feel he was getting close. I started to quicken my pace and he was in the mode when he tried to pull out saying “I’m close” and he was pulling himself out and I was trying not to let him, I just kept sucking, while he tried to pull out. I stopped to tell him it was okay . . . He asked “Are you sure”? “I said yes, please” he looked at me and said “Really”? I said yes and I went back to the task. No more than. She bent down a few times to adjust her shoes and when she did that her tits were clearly visible. My raging hardon- I am told that I have a big one - was almost bursting through my pants.Every now and then while talking to me and when I was looking at her she would look at my hard on and the big bulge in my pants. Initially I pretended not to look down her blouse but then when I saw her making it obvious about my hard on I decided to let her know that I was looking at her tits. So when she.