”I stopped. I cared for her and did not want to hurt her feeling. “I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. I only wanted to show my love for you. ... guess I let my feelings get the better of me.”“It’s okay. I can understand.”She turned around and faced me. She looked down at my very obvious bulge and smiled. She gently touched it with her hand, sending a shock through my body. “You are young and full of passion. It’s hard to control this kind of energy. And it’s not meant to be controlled. It’s. Natasha was my mother, and she was someone whom I had been in love with for a long time now. In all this time we hadn't really touched each other, here and there sometimes a brushing of hands, on rare occasions, a touch on my shoulder or arm when she wished to call my attention and point out something that she did not understand in the accounts, today had been the first time touching had had a different meaning, in one way had been, but it was not, a sort of flirting; as if we had been trying. A little bit of precum was dribbling from the head of his cock, and it splashed onto my face. That reminded me of Mom's suggestion of a blowjob to take the pressure off of Tommy's balls. Anyway, I pushed him, gently but forcefully, onto the bed and climbed on beside him. Without saying anything, I took his cock into my mouth. Mom had taught me all she knew about giving blowjobs, and that was a lot, so I was confident of my ability and skill.I took his cock head between my lips and rubbed my. (and hugged me trying to show some sympathy for my helplessness)Although she did not do this with any wrong intention the feeling of her firm boobs woke up my sleeping monster and man, she could feel it too. My monster was hitting on her thighs. I did not know what to do in that scenario so kept numb. She too did not move and we remained in that position. In a few seconds, I could feel her breathing getting heavier. So, I tightened my grip on her and brought her a little closer. Seeing no.