After a few seconds she removed her hand and it seemed like most of it stayed in her pussy. After they finished, they both gave her one more kiss and ...he said, “Thank you boys. I will meet you back in the party after I get dressed.” As soon as they walked out of the room my mom opened the closet doors. I wasn’t expecting her to do this. I was still on my knees, with my hand stroking my cock and my pants were still around my ankles. My mom was still naked as she stood there looking at my. Her. Her son’s mighty cock sprang free, swinging upward and narrowly missing her face. As it was, a splatter of precum struck Yvette’s cheek. Too far away to lick it off, she left it there. Instead, she gently pushed John back into a sitting position on the couch and closely examined him. He was huge, bigger by far than his father, and thick around. Bulging veins decorated the pale hard flesh of his member, and the angry purple head at the top swelled and throbbed and secreted delicious looking. As I walk a foot behind him to his car, the lady in me chastises me every step of the way for not freshening up inside the last bathroom that I so foolishly passed. Too late now. He opens my car door and then walks around and places my bags in the trunk. As I open my legs to slip inside his vehicle, I’m mortified by the faint smell rising between my legs as I sit down. How embarrassing, I think and hope that he doesn't notice. Honestly though, anyone with nostrils could smell me, so how could. After marriage and childbirth, she had a more matured look. Once again, we started to chat, we were sharing the stories of the last ten years.We were talking about ups and downs of our life. We were talking about how our communication stopped. She said she didn’t like to disturb me after my marriage.She sent photos of the messages which I had sent her 10 years back. She had written every message in a notebook and kept it safe. She started to send pictures of those messages one by one.I realized.