"I had to find out," she said. "I know people do that. I ... do YOU ... if I..."I was taken aback. "You'd..."She grinned, her hair bouncing as she nod...ed. "Put you in my mouth? Suck you? Like this morning? Uh-huh! Want me to?" I'd love that, babe, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." I was astounded.She smiled lasciviously. "My baby, you have NO idea what all I want to do..." She slid off the sofa and knelt between my knees, her bright eyes looking at me. "Here goes," she. Why go on suffering when they could both get what they desperately desired.Matt watched his mother's lust-contorted face as he brought her to climax. Even through her jeans and panties he could feel the scorching heat and helpless wetness of her neglected pussy. Her swollen pussy flesh was actually throbbing through her clothes as he squeezed her. Then suddenly, her whole body stiffened and shuddered. Her eyes were shut tight, and her beautiful face was a mask of pure lust as a violent orgasm. She was also going to her bed and she asked me to accompany her because there was only a single bed in her house. At first I hesitated a bit and said that I could have a nap on the sofa but she insisted that she had been entrusted by mom with my wellness and she couldn’t let me break my neck by sleeping on the sofa. After much persuasion from her I was compelled to sleep on her bed, WITH HER!We made the necessary arrangements for the night and retired off to bed. We talked a bit with each other. The head of my hardening cock hangs behind the top of the thong, so Angie uses her lips to grasp the front and tug it away from my shaft. Now freed, she pulls the thong down to my ankles, allowing me to step out of them. As she's doing this her husband reaches over and pulls the bustier she's wearing from her breasts. Her dark aureole sprout from her top, nipples hard and erect. Her hands are now sliding up and down my shaft. Over my cock head, down under my cock to my balls. Not missing an.