She guided his hand and taught him how to palm her swelling nipple while squeezing her breast with his fingers. When he got the hang of it, she pulled...at the other side of the robe, inviting him to do the same with her other breast. She watched his brown eyes light up with excited lust as he began to knead her breasts with both hands. She flung her head back and closed her eyes, relishing the sensations this innocent little boy was giving to her.His hot breath against her sternum brought her. I could see bruises on her belly and what would be breasts when she had grown some more. I slipped my robe off and led her into the shower. Her hair was tied back with a rubber band, which I removed, her tits were tiny little cones above a flat bruised belly. I walked her into the shower and started washing her greasy hair. She winced as my fingers massaged her scalp."Are you sore there as well?" her small voice replied."Yes Andy." I continued gently washing her hair, stripping out all the dirt. It was late and we had all had a long day. As mom was trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements Juggs suggested that she take my bedroom and that their sons just sleep with their own mothers. Nude of course!Mom sort of had a shocked look on her face at first but when she saw Juggs press her tits into her son’s chest, kiss him on the lips passionately, and then grab his cock and walk him out of the living room she just smiled. Then mom grabbed my cock and led me to her bedroom.Mom said that. Our kiss became more urgent, mouths opening slightly so the tongue could barely seek the other and quickly retreat back in. Then more mouth, more tongue, catching the other’s tongue and lip in my teeth or lips. Sucking on her trapped tongue. Breathing harder, hands more urgent, moving more, and embracing harder.And I pulled back, gasping, seeing her respond the same with some disappointment, frustration, but needing to regroup. I took her hand in mine and pulled her back to the house. Taking up.