As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little more. He didn't give me any resistance at all and now his hands were on my skirt...with his fingers still on my bare thighs. I rose up a little so I could pull my skirt up. When I did his hands moved with my skirt. I looked down and could see the front of my white lacy knickers. I looked at the tv and my son was watching me. His fingers were so close to touching my tiny wet knickers. We just sat there for what seemed hours. He let go of my chest and again grasping my cock with his left hand, squeeze more pre-cum from the tip. Dabbing the index finger of his right into the fluid, he raised his hand and smeared the viscous fluid onto my lips. “Does it taste as good as it looks?” He whispered.My tongue snaked out and I tasted the saltiness of the pre-cum. “Yes.” I managed to whisper back.“Come taste mine.” He said as he grabbed my neck and pulled me down towards his crotch.My mouth couldn't quite make it to. My eyes were immediately drawn to his hard penis and plump balls. My pussy was already anticipating how my sons cock would feel. Are we going to masturbate with each other again? he asked hopefully. Well see. How about we start with you lying down on the bed this time? I took a seat on his desk chair and watched him hop onto his bed and get comfortable. His erection reached up almost to his belly button. I crossed my legs and tried to focus my thoughts and remember the questions I had planned.. "Go all the way!" Pete shouted."I sure am!" Chris answered.Instantly, he pulled down his briefs revealing a long, thick cock with two large balls. He moved to the window, drew the curtain and stuck his butt on the windowpane where everyone could see it. He was really turned on by his voyeurism; his dick grew a few inches more. It was now a real monster made of flesh threatening every asshole in the room. While the neighbors were enjoying the view from our window, I realized that it wasn't such.