“ I’m so wet, “ Teresa said taking my cock out of her mouth. “ I haven’t been wet like this in years”. I had heard enough and she was dese...ving. “ Turn around, “ I calmly demanded. Still dressed she turned around, got on all fours and faced the ottoman in the center of the floor. I got down behind her and lifted her dress. She wasn’t lying. I played with her clit for a few seconds and looked at my hand. It was dripping wet. I slid my fingers back down below and played with her clit until she. Just the slightest amount....Your hands on my hips clench with fingers of iron and you shoot me a warning glance. But not before I feel your phallus twitch and pulse within me. Oh, yes! You're close, too, Chris! I bend to meet your lips in a silent kiss, the slight rocking of my pelvis sending electric shocks up my spine.The bathroom door opens again. We freeze. A pee-er this time. Oh my God, I can hear him tinkle. This is so gross! But a fresh surge of moisture between my legs betrays my. . I... " she stammered. I thought she would really be flustered if she knew I had been a witness to her antics with my mother on Saturday night. "Look Jennifer, it is pretty obvious to me that you and my mother have something very special going on, and I am very happy for you." She tried to interrupt, but I continued "Don't try to deny it or tell me it's something else. You two love each other and you want to make her happy. I think that's great, but I don't think she would want you to give up. I crave the challenge of getting what I want and having it fill me up balls deep. The taste of triumph feeling my pussy stretched to its limits and getting off while feeling cum drip down my thighs. I’m really pretty at five-foot-four-inches, have great legs, narrow hips, and great tits. My hair is blonde and my eyes are green. So, when I put my mind to getting a man, I’m successful because I sense who wants me. And that’s all the encouragement I need.All that being said, I know my husband.