Her waist-length, platinum blonde hair was no longer tied back, but was freshly brushed. She wore a silk robe which opened slightly when she rose to ...eveal a black teddy underneath. "Hello, love," she said, "sorry you had to work so late. Can I fix you something to eat?" I nodded, and as she retrieved leftovers from the fridge, I asked, "Where's Ned?" Without looking at me, apparently concentrating on her task, she chattered, "He's gone to bed. He was worried about his Latin test. "Is something wrong?" she asked with some concern. I mumbled something about the tea being too strong, I thought. She offered to let me lie down on her couch if I needed, but I declined. "It's okay, I've taken up so much of your morning already. I'll just be toddling on back..." I tried standing up, and my headache got seriously worse. I stumbled, and she took my arm in a surprisingly strong grip. "No, no I must insist," she said overriding my objections. "You're in no condition right now." I. Her forty-year-old body was as trim as someone half her age, firm tits, flat belly, and neatly trimmed pussy.“God, no, that will never happen. You are the greatest mum anyone could ever have.”“Well, there must be something on your mind. Come on spill the beans, tell mummy or she won't wank this off anymore,” Jean giggled and tugged her son's semi-hard cock.“You remember me telling you about Becky, she's in my year at college. Well, we've been sort of seeing each other.”Jean could feel a. My breathing was getting shallow, my hips were thrusting, my pussy was sopping wet - it was time to try pushing it in. I held the wet shaft at my entrance, spread my legs further, gathered my resolve, took a deep breath, and pushed it in. It only went in an inch or so, but it hurt a little and I stopped. It didn't really hurt much, I thought, and I pushed it in again. A little deeper this time, but it still hurt. No pain, but it wasn't as much fun as I had hoped. I held it just inside my.