' as he gently pushed my cheek with his hand. I kept my eyes looking at him as I turned my head. I didn't want to see anyone else at that moment. 'Goo.... now raise your left arm and just touch the back of your head lightly... good' He was guiding my hand. 'good. very good.' he said as he started to back away. Just then he glanced down and back up as if he was afraid I would see him looking at my body. He reminded me of a drunk checking me out in a bar. He stopped for a second staring at my. "Have you ever kissed a girl Thomas?" "yes." French kiss, or just on the lips?" Both." ok, good I want you to give my pussy a kiss. Just like if you were giving a girl a french kiss."She laid on her back, with trepidation I moved my head between her legs. She was whispering to me now telling me where to concentrate my efforts and when to switch motions. "Now use your fingers at the same time," she said. She was moaning quietly and beginning to writhe more rapidly. After awhile I told her my. I lifted up the tail of Mum’s gown so that I could watch her arse cheeks as we went, and she giggled delightedly.In my room I wasted no time yanking that her gown off Mum, even tearing it a little bit, I'm afraid. Then Mum was just as eagerly helping me to strip off my T shirt and pants. "Wait!" she cried when I was all undressed except for my boxer shorts. "Let me do it." She knelt before me and slowly pulled the shorts down, watching as they stretched to the limit to slide over the end of my. She leant even further into the mirror, causing the hem line of her denim mini to rise further. "I'll have some fun with this" she thought to herself, and noticed that now he was playing on his phone. The angle he was holding it at told her exactly what he was doing and she played up for the secret filming, stretching, dropping her phone and bending over to pick it up, flashing her panties. She turned round and pushed out her breasts through her blue and yellow, short sleeved fitted blouse..