As she pulled the zip, my red jockey underwear came into view. With her deft fingers she pulled my underwear down over my rod. My caged manhood sprang...up to full attention immediately and it had already wept copious tears of precum clearly indicating that it was unable to hold itself from bursting.When her fingers touched my cock, my mouth let out a deep involuntary Aaahah!! of pleasure. She started fondling my cock while my fingers were busy working on her pubes, pulling, twisting & parting. I had smsed her from my house I will come to her house today @ 11:30 pm for small chit chat as it been a long time. She also replied with pleasure.Around 11:30 pm I went to her house and I also ensured that no other neighbor can make out that I have moved from my house to her house. I entered her house she greeted and had some juice and we started our conversation, slowly in between in the conversation we started to talk personal things in which she was about gf and time I had spent with her.I. "Is this what you wanted, mom? Your nipples between my fingers?" Marty asked his mother, halfway between his still somewhat present shyness and his newly achieved courage."Ooohh, yes, baby," Stephanie groaned. "That's what I wanted. Squeeze my fucking nipples. Pinch them; twist them; pull on them. Just play with mommy's fat fucking nipples, son."And Marty did. Alternating between watching his own playing fingers and the look in his mother's eyes, the teenager fooled around with the stiff tips. -“Start rubbing it, smear those juices all over those puffy folds. Ohh, I can smell you from here.”I just looked down and continued rubbing. I hated it but I couldn’t help notice how wet it was and how it got even more so by the minute. My breathing intensified a bit and he asked me to stop and put my fingers in my mouth. I did as he said and was just holding them in. He then told me to suck on them until I clean all the juice off. This was so demeaning but I had no choice so I complied. -“Do.