As expected, my mom entered home and found me masturbating and I was moaning heavily, suddenly i saw my mom and stopped my masturbation in between.I s...w my mom face and she went away in anger but that was fake anger. After sometime i went to her room and I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was fingering herself vigorously calling my name like thisMom : ahh ahh spandu ahh spandu..com on ahh lick that cunt…ahh ahh goooddddddd that soo good…I was shocked by seeing that my mom in that state and. I hadn't even felt the cold air of the apartment yet."What would it take to get you out of your shorts and into me?" Why don't you try and find out?"I guess I expected at least some hesitation because her sudden movement caught me off guard. She dropped to her knees, pulling my shorts down as she went. For a moment she stayed there staring at my swelling prick. Her eyes were wide with awe and her tongue was rapidly licking her lips. Without taking her eyes off me she patted the couch. "Sit. I. I could tell her focus was blurred, but the rising blush in her cheeks told me she was lucid. Her mind was clear. She knew the gravity of what she was about to confess. The warmth of jealous anticipation spread to my own face. This wasn’t the first time Zoe had sheepishly sought such a promise. It usually followed a night out with her girlfriends. Some dancing, a cute guy, a little flirting, and then a drunken pub pash in a dark corner somewhere. It had only happened a few times in the nine. When we arrived, the place was very busy, with some people standing outside. When we got inside Jo lead me upstairs, which was a little less crowded but was where the dance floor was. We got drinks and found a corner that was quieter.After a while chatting, where I did get to say a bit myself, Jo said, “Come on let's dance.”I didn’t get a choice, as she grabbed my hand again and pulled me up. Jo was happy to be on the dancefloor and threw herself into it. I did my best, but I was taken to.