. yes!" Mitch gushed out, feeling his prick lurch in his jeans as his mother's hand on his stomach was driving him crazy."That's my boy," Nicole said,...pleased with his exuberant reply. "I like to see you all dressed up. Are you sure you're okay? You look a little flushed." She removed her hand from his flat stomach and took a step back."I ... I'm fine," Mitch said, trying to compose himself, which was difficult with his prick feeling like an iron bar in his pants. "I guess it's hotter up here. He came quickly and he moaned as he pumped his cum into the blond. He was exhausted but he didn't want to pull out. He knelt up and grabbed her around the hips and pulled her enough out of the water so that her hair remained underwater but her face was above the surface. He stretched his body out over his cold lover, his cock still imbedded in her body. He laid his head on her face as he rested and caught his breath. She felt good - cold, but good. Eventually, he looked at her face more. His abdomen writhes madly at the belt that restrains him, his breath comes in short gasping spurts as she draws him closer to the needed orgasm he desires. She is plunging her throat around his shaft now, taking his manhood into the depths of her throat over and over, needing him to com for her, and not caring what she may have to give up from her control. She too is in the throws of passionate release, her own genitals gushing with the pleasure she gets from sucking his huge cock, making. “You are a treasure, Miss Spencer.”The only response I allowed myself was a secret little smile as my heart did flip flops in my chest. I felt the loss of her touch as she moved away, wanting badly to protest, yet not daring to even move.“Stand and face me, baby.”I stood, the motion almost automatic, turning to face her, noting the top button on her pants was still undone.“Take off the dress and fold it carefully. Place it on your chair.”I felt a seed of panic taking root in me, unable to stop.