Having caught her breath finally, she crawled back on top of him, just as she had earlier. They kissed, tasting cum on each other's lips. Her pussy wa... again pinning his cock between their bodies until she moved up a few inches. Then she moved down just a little, meeting some resistance as his cock head pressed against her pussy lips. She wiggled around a little until his cock head began to penetrate ever so slightly. Ben could not believe his mother was going to actually take their sexual play. She continued stroking her slit. Up and down, feeling the wetness spread around her pussy. Eventually she stuck a finger between her lips and found her clit. She rubbed it hard. Her finger moving in a circle. She leant her head back and moaned loudly feeling the pleasure overcome her. With another finger she entered her pussy and began to finger fuck herself while rubbing her clit. It felt amazing and knowing he couldn’t have any enjoyment right now increased the pleasure for her. She looked. I pushed his head down onto my briefs, rubbing his little face into my dick that was underneath the cotton layer. I let go and pulled myself up to the start of the bed, against the wall and watched Jackson crawl to me. He was standing on his knees, I squeezed his briefs, grabbing his erect dick. I pulled my briefs off and continued to grab his dick through his briefs, his head went back, I got on my knees and pushed him back and startled tickling him until he couldn’t get back up. I lifted his. His hand down in his trowsers. Massaging his prick. He may have some pictures of the girls or women around him in his head while stroking. A young girlfriend at school - or somebody he knows better, more familar. As Max mentions: every young guy is thinking about his mother, his sister, or his aunt. Me!'Are you getting wet?' Max asked me with the next message. And I couldn't deny - nor did I want to, 'yes', I replied.'Put your bag to your lap, and lift your skirt a little. Then touch yourself.