A blonde mother! Oh, you don't understand how both conditions can have the same cause? Obviously you have never met a true blonde. OK, I will try to e...plain before I get into the story.First of all, think about the trials and tribulations of a boy going through puberty. Constant hard on at any hint of female flesh or suggestion of sexuality is the most obvious problem to any observer. All you men reading this should remember your own fantasy life during puberty. The women reading this should. I break first and gaze hungrily up and down her lith form. Working my way upward from her feet again, ankles, calves, knees, thigh then inner thigh and stop. Move to her head and start working my way downward.Working with slow deliberate pace i touch and rub each inch lightly flicking her rock hard nipples every so often. Uhhhhmshe is moaning eyes closed as i work my tongue from her belly ring downward, she pushes my head toward her open legs.I work my hot tongue where she guides me and center. This time though it was more like a vibration that was encapsulating her nipples. Like if you would suck on them and hum. She squirmed a bit as she could feel her nipples once again get hard, she could feel her clit aching again as the vibrations picked up on her nipples. Her breathing became more pronounced, she was lost between what she thinks is a dream and reality. Her nipples were so hard that the aureolas were all dimpled and hard. suddenly the vibration starts to attack her clit. Anna. I know I shouldn't say this...but I felt excited to see my mom so helpless like that. I realized Principal Turner was saying the very same things I had been thinking the moment my mom arrived at the prom. Finally, I was seeing my mom look stupid for once! Principal Turner was breathing faster and stroking his cock with fever. Sneaking a little closer from the shadows, I saw that my mom was starting to breathe a little faster too. She was sort of swaying a little, still in that daze, almost as.