The incident puzzled him but he quickly forgot about it given the company he was in.“Mmm, this is good coffee!” she said, taking a drink. She had ...at down on the sofa with her feet curled up next to her and the robe open just enough to show off her lovely legs. John couldn’t help but stare at them.“You’re not drinking your coffee?” she asked, snapping him from his spell.“Wha-oh yeah, I’m just letting it cool off a bit!” he said “I poured yours first so you could drink it right away and warm. I got up and walked over to her and gave her a hug. She didn't hug me back, but just let her arms hang by her side. I felt that how I reacted, made her feel this way. She apologized again. I told her there was nothing to be sorry for. I led her back to my bed. We sat down, and talked for a long while. I asked her why she did what she did, and she told me that she was just curious. After that when we would get changed for school, she would try to catch glances of me and look away quick as if she. As I pushed in I looked her in the eyes. "How did you know?" She smiled. "I came over to ask you for a quick favor. Your blinds were open and I saw movement. I saw Ronnie sucking your dick right here on this couch." She ground her pussy down on my cock. "So now I want something from you." The color drained from my face. Was she going to blackmail me? Was she going to fuck me and then turn me in to the cops? "Wh-what do you want?" She smiled. "Nothing bad sweetie. I want your little girl between. Our clits brushed together. Sparks shot through me. My pussy clenched. Our tongues danced together. I loved her. She loved me.The camera recorded it all.Mrs. Armstrong whimpered. I could feel her eyes on our pussies rubbing together, Mom's silky bush caressing my shaved twat. My back arched, pressing my tits into my mother's breasts. My heart pounded. My blood pumped through my veins.Mom nibbled on my lower lip. Her hands stroked my sides. My blood burned as the pleasure built in my pussy. My.