My mother mumbles her protest. SMACK. I sneak down the stairs silently to the door. I see my mother lying face down on the coffee table her arms and l...gs are being lashed to the table. My moms pussy is wide open her lips are puffy and swollen. Her little brown rose bud opens and closes. My jeans are around my thighs my t shirt is up exposing my braless small pert tits. Ms Wilson is looking uncomfortable with what is going to happen next. I wait until the final touch is applied. My mom is. ‘Now, try not to move an inch,’ she then said. I looked up, and she was standing her legs either side of me. Then she started gently brushing her pussy against my face, not hard at all, but letting me smell her juices. I knew what she was building up to, but she was making herself even hornier first. The smell of her pussy juices got stronger and stronger. ‘Play with your cock…’ she moaned. ‘I love seeing a guy wank…’. I needed no more encouragement, and started gently squeezing my bellend. The Rio show was breathtaking, as girls in skimpy thongs were dancing in public and scores of people surrounding them were enjoying the show. I rushed to the bath room and picked up a small towel and started jerking myself to the beautiful sight on the TV. When a girl was displaying her sexy ass, with the camera focusing on it exposing her huge butts clad in a thong which made itself invisible between her butt cheeks, I came. My cock spurted out hot cream and as it started to spurt I put the. As he continued to slide in and out of me our pleasure continued to mount and with a quick movement he took my left leg and moved it so it was top of my right leg. My left hip was facing towards him and he continued to move in and out of my now slick pussy. The new position caused another small orgasm to ripple through me and he briefly struggled for control. With my legs together I was even tighter than before and the friction of his movement caused us both to groan in pleasure. Knowing that.