One of her hands reached between her legs, rubbing her clit through her trousers before moving her hand inside her trousers. Adam continued to bite on...her nipple as he watched her rubbing herself. He moved off the couch onto his knees on the floor, as he unbuttoned her shirt exposing her wet hard nipples to the cool air in the lounge. She bit her bottom lip as she felt the air on her skin, her hips moving with her hand. His warm hand moved down her stomach touching her hand, as he unbuttoned. She picked her head up from his chest, a secret smile on her lips as she licked them, imagining how his cum would taste. She looked up at him, as he lay there staring up at the dark rain clouds that were moving in overhead. She wondered what he was thinking about and if it was anything like her little fantasy. He glanced at her momentarily and smiled that sexy smile of his and she felt herself falling for him quickly. Everything about him seemed so perfect, and she found it easy to get. Some things didn’t change.And I needed new clothes. I’d put on a couple of inches in both height and girth over the summer. Running was keeping me thin, but my chest was broader and I was now six-one. That was where V1 topped out, so I wasn’t worried about buying jeans that fit and then having them too short by Christmas. Mom wasn’t convinced, but we compromised on a length that I didn’t need to cuff. I got a pair of chinos, too. Mostly, I wore golf or polo shirts, but I did like having a. Things that she had always denied herself and needed me, her son, to force upon her. Things that would horrify the church members if they knew.I was still far away from an orgasm and I began to wonder if dad would finally catch his wife and son in a very compromising position. This needed something more drastic to conclude this evenings pleasure. Returning both my hands to the top of her head I ordered, "Put your hand between your legs and finger yourself slut!"Mother hates when I call her a.