It was a nice day, not too hot, so he would take his time.I left my room wearing only my shorts. I cocked my head and listened for her. She was coming...up the stairs from the basement. I went to the top of the stairs and waited for her. The laundry basket hung below her t-shirt-covered breasts and above her shorts-covered pussy. Her slender hands grasped the handles of the green plastic basket. They were beautiful hands with long fingernails painted in ruby red. Her long blonde hair was in a. I shut the shower off got out and started to dry off. I noticed in the mirror how nice my cocked looked hanging there and how fat it was from me masturbating in the shower. About that time I thought I heard something outside the window . I must have been hearing things and went back to drying my hair. Then I heard it again, I looked and there was my mom holding a bunch of towels!! I quickly covered myself, saying I was sorry. Mom said it was her fault for just walking in like that. In the. She moved smoothly up and down on my cock and I kept myself occupied by kissing, licking, sucking and caressing her nipples. I moved my left hand down between our bodies, palm up, until I reached her pussy. There was lots of her natural lube available. I made sure my two middle fingers were well coated, then began rubbing them in a circular motion over her clit. I coordinated my circles with her movements and soon I could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm. She braced both hands on my chest. I was about to say something when he stopped me. ‘You’re so beautiful, but…’ His voice was but a whisper, I didn’t understand what he was trying to say so I thought I had done something wrong. ‘Pete? What’s the matter? Are you o…”? Again he stopped me, this time by firmly placing his lips on mine. His lips were so soft but the power he used was immense. He tried to pull away but I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him back to my mouth. My lips parted and his fingers wound in my.