I look at her crotch. She is wearing a small silky black thong that neatly covers her pussy. She comes over and sits next to me and picks up one of th... candy bars and opens it and starts to eat as though nothing has happened. She looks at me and says, “Are you going to eat yours?” I pick up my candy bar open it and start to eat it. My mind is racing; I have no idea what to say. I look over at her and say, “It is very nice. Your thong that is.” “Oh I thought you meant my ass.” “I don’t really. She noticed my fevered state."Was’ a’ matter, big boy?" she laughed. Her double chin now bouncing incomplete rhythmic synchronization with her breasts and buttocks.I lost control. I fell to the floor and wrapped my wanton arms around hersequoia-like thighs."I know I am nothing! But if you have any mercy at all, you’ll show me somemeaty passion! I can’t go on much longer!" Why I said those exact words, I’llnever know. However, you know how it is during the heights of ecstacy.Anyway, she. I then raised up and lowered myself over his cock. I slipped just the head in and hovered there for a moment, feeling him spread my pussy lips apart with the head of his cock Then he sucked my nipple into his mouth as I dropped down fully on his cock, pressing down and feeling him all the way inside me.He pushed up against me as I did, and I felt his cock head engorge, as my body pushed down hard against his. I raised up and lowered myself slowly at first as he massaged my tits and then. My mom was 32 at the time, about 5 f 3 in, brown hair, green eyes, neither thin nor chubby, regular c, and a perfect ass. It was at that time I started waking up with a hard on, and sometimes spots on my boxers. And I believe my mom started looking different at me to, because often she could just come lie down right next to me, sometimes running her hand up and down my thighs, really close to my crotch, sometimes even gaze it with her fingertips. And when I stood up to walk away she ran.