"Now take it out," he said, as I slowly unzipped his pants. He was wearing white underwear as I drew his cock out and stared at it, totally mesmerized... "Now stroke it," he said, as he placed my hand on his hard cock. I wrapped my little girl hand around it, making a fist as his hand was now over mine, stroking it up and down, slowly. I was wondering about the friction of my hand, and if it felt good to him. I was also wondering why he was helping me. Was I was holding it correctly? Was my hand. With the voice not so unlike a mouse in an animated movie to my own ears, "What do you mean mom?" I wanted to take my hand off my nearly soft member and to pull the loose shorts back up over my balls and dick - yet, I dare not move... could not move from fright. She would surely know the truth of it if I had."Its OK honey!" She a small amount of compassion to her normally stern voice and rather than calm my fear and degradation, it only inflated it. I had guessed years ago, that her perpetual. It was a beautiful young blond girl. Five foot five, maybe 110 pounds. The yellow halter top stretched around the large globes of the twin tits. She had to be at least a C, maybe borderline D. Long tanned legs. I reached up and tweaked a nipple with each hand. A shiver ran through her/me. Sooooo, this is what it felt like from the other side. My nipples swelled and poked straight out, tenting the halter top. Suddenly, I had to get naked and see everything. In a flash I had stripped off the top. I gasped loudly with surprise. He grabbed my large breasts roughly, squeezing hard. I leaned against the counter and stuck them out to make it easier for him but also gasped and whimpered with nervousness. He pinched my nipples and held them to his mouth, wrapping his lips around the whole areola. He sucked my tits, first one then the other, pulling at the nipples with his teeth. My pussy begged for attention, soaking my thighs in her juices. He pushed me away and stepped back, fisting his cock.