I found for her a very nice sexy black, lacy, transparent underwear. Ana told me that she would wear this outfit for me and she would hope I should fu...k her in the way she deserved… I smiled at her.Ana picked up the outfit and she went to the changing room. She turned to look at me; saying I could wait outside.As she got into the stall, another curtain opened and I saw there was Camilla, the sexiest bitch that my wife had a s a girlfriend.She found me there standing and then smiled, signalling. He opened his legs and his cock stood there more enormous than I could have even pictured.I knew he was high from the meds and I also knew he wanted me to do something. The tabooness of it was almost overwhelming. I was his mother and this just wasn't the thing to get invloved in, but I found myself euphoric with the thought of touching it. Just when I thought things had settled down and I had finished putting on the pak, Eric says, "Mom I cum so much when I have an orgasm." Oh my God, that was. As she touched herself (and by that age we knew where to touch), her lips sort of parted. There still isn't much to see, and you hesitate to pry the lips apart. That's just not done. But it sort of got pinker, if that's a word. The book said there was "increased blood flow" to that part of her. I didn't really see that much as her fingers continued to work on her, but it was fascinating to watch her face, and listen to her, as she got to her peak.I had to return the favor, and then, curiosity. She felt her nipples beginning to harden and push in to him, becoming more sensitive and sending little thrills of electric passion, direct to her genitals.She quickly became aware of his hardening member pressing up between them, brushing over her pubic hair and pressing in to her lower belly; she widened her eyes and wondered just how large it could get, as the tip crawled toward her navel.She pushed herself closer, trapping his member between them, until she felt his pulse throbbing through.