Actually I preferred it. I won the next game and she took off her tiny little skirt to reveal the pink panties she was wearing underneath the skirt. H...r panties were just barely enough to cover her nice firm ass that was doing everything possible to get out of its prison.The next game was close at the end so I aced the serve and prepared myself for what was next. She smiled at me and did one of the sexiest little dances as she took of her sports bra and I saw the tits that I was staring at all. Joan seemed powerless to resist watching her son; she knew it was wrong and yet she just had to stay and watch and even contemplated playing with her cunt as she watched; John self abusing himself; secretly she wished she had the nerve to help him; when suddenly John stepped from the cubicle and came and stood directly in front of his mother; still stroking his cock; then calmly John took his mother's hand and placed it on his cock and she instinctively closed her hand around it; As she began. As we are making out he is still taking off my pants. He gets them to my ankles and breaks the kiss, I let a disappointing moan because I lost contact. As he moves down towards my pussy I can't help but to squirm a little. He slowly takes of my panties and I hear a low growl coming from him, it just makes me even wetter. As he spreads apart my legs he takes a big sniff of my pussy and moans. Next thing I feel is his tongue on my slit and I damn near scream. I grab a pillow and put over my. It was pretty full. I guess she had just gotten it recently. I opened the top. The dressing was white and creamy and only the about 1 inch down from the top. Then I got an idea. My mind was a buzz. Could I really do it? Would I really go through with it?I took the bottle with me back to my room. I opened my old toy box in my closet and removed an old Penthouse I had hidden inside. I made myself comfortable and slowly started to stroke myself to the pictures of tits and clits. Before.