I know what I felt was wrong but I so wanted to fuck him, I would lie in my bed at night rubbing my pussy thinking of how he would fuck me would it be...rough like our play fights or soft and tender either way the thought of him always made me cum.It was a friday I remember cause I had just been paid Greg called round to see Jackie"Shes at work Greg boss called said one of the other girls didnt turn up"I said my foot pressing hard up against the slightly ajar door,I didnt want him to come in the. ” I confessed with a soft smile playing across my lips. “Would you like to see more of what you saw last night?” I asked softly after a moment of silence. There was a look of mixed emotions ripping across my son’s face, then slowly he nodded his head as he continued to look at me. “Yeah I would, but- but isn’t that, you know, wrong?” He asked me, and for a brief moment I was about to tell him that it was, but stopped myself. What was there really wrong with it? It wasn’t like I was beating him,. No Mum. That's him and his mate John sitting on the sofa. That's howwe found them when we got home." Paul and I were about to interrupt but aslight cough and look from Karen, warned us to stay quiet. "They obviouslythink that dressing up is all there is to being girls" she interjected. Forsome reason Mrs Emery did not get mad at us, she even complements us on ourappearance. Somehow it ends up with a decision that Paul and I need tounderstand better what it means to be girls. The arrangement is. I began to massage it only to have her roll onto her back, forcing me to free my arm. I looked down at her body in the moonlight through the window, and swept aside her panties with my finger. Just looking at her pussy made my cock throb. I needed her bad, but I didn't make a move. I just stared at it for a moment. I moved back up and kissed her neck softly and as I did, I slowly pulled loose her other bra strap, and pulled down her bra, revealing her young firm breasts. I moved my mouth down.