I was aiming for his mouth, but feigning towards his ear; that way, ifhe said anything, I could always claim I was trying to whisper something. But, i... I shocked him, he didn't show it; with one hand on my waist (and the other still clutching his beer), he pulled me close again and this time our mouths did meet, as tongues entwined and he was holding me so tight that the next time his bulge moved, there was no doubting what he was thinking. Because it did move, straining against the fabric of. Our knees were touching and I couldn't help reaching over and touching her hair."You know me too fucking well. Yes, it has been four years since I felt this way."Marcy reached for my hand and pulled it away from her hair. "Does she know you're not over Becky?"I looked back at the court, watched one of the girls make an excellent return and withdrew my hand in order to clap my hands together. It was an automatic response and I didn't realize I was the only one applauding until I felt the four. " "Aww" she says "ok go on, tell me what looks so good." "You won't be offended?" "Oh no!" "And you won't charge me with despicable lascivious behavior or some sort of sexual harassment?" "No, whatever you tell me, it will be just between us, I promise." "Well, ok here goes then. When I was walking towards you and I could see your camel toe and I..........." "What's a camel toe?" "When a woman wears tight pants like you are, sometimes you can see the outline of her pussy lips under the fabric.. When her hands reached her upper thighs, mom was in a crouched position, and she spread her legs wide. Her hands moved closer and closer to her mound until it looked as if she was rubbing herself. Her body rocked back and forth while her hand moved faster and faster across her mound.I couldn't believe what was happing, as mom seductively played this erotic show before me. I was getting hard. Mom had turned me on.This is sick... I'm sick... I have to be sick... This is MOM, not some stripper..