She was my mother and best friend and it was an absolute joy to be watching her in a different light.She then took off her shirt and revealed her bra,...which was pink like her panties. Her knees rested on a white pillow while her hands worked to free the guy’s cock from his jeans. Her tongue wasted no time in tasting his oozing head, and she proceeded to show every viewer, including her own son, how much of an expert she was in the art of fellatio. She alternated between licking and sucking on. .fuck...yeah," disjointed words came from Vikram's mouth as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure rolled through his body, converging at his cock and issuing forth as the hot wetness of his semen. In the throes of orgasm now, Vikram held his mother's head in place with his left hand, playing all the while with her soft hair, and used his right hand to ravage her upper body. His right hand ran frantically over Aarti's naked shoulders and back, gathering lumps of flesh like sand and squeezing. You just need to dance with me and decide when someone else can have a turn.”She frowned. “You’re not telling me everything, are you?” she accused me with her frown in place.“Not everything. She wasn’t very nice about how she broke the news to me and then she did something even worse today.”“Tell me,” she demanded and her tone brooked no argument.“She sent a letter with Emma instead of breaking up face to face or even on Skype. It was kind of a dirty way to leave things.”“Yeah. It was,” she. My eyes follow her fingers down until she slips them inside herself; her face shows the relief as she massages her clit with her palm too. I’m entirely fixated with this amazing woman.His cock is finally out and I want it. I slip off the edge of the desk and grab his big, hard cock with my wet hand, rubbing it so he moans loudly, teasing his head with my thumb. I lean over, bent at the waist so my skirt comes up and he can see my ass, and the rest, in the mirror behind me. I take his length.