I stood there for maybe a couple of minutes. Before I knew it, my hands were between my legs, playing with my own pussy. I felt both excited and deepl... ashamed of my actions. Here I was, not only watching my son perform such a deeply intimate and personal act, I was getting turned on watching it like some voyeuristic pervert. I couldn’t help myself though, as if I was guided by some unseen hand, encouraging me to bring myself off with my son.Eric started grunting louder and more desperately. Up ahead, barely two hundred paces was an open glade in which a small spring bubbled up from the rocks and fed into a marshy pool where the local game would drink. Stealthily, she made her way through the undergrowth. Beneath her feet came no sound, a lifetime of hunting making her a deadly stalker. She could see the glade now up ahead, shafts of sunlight piercing the gloom of the wood into the open space.‘There, just between those trees on the right,’ she told herself as she spotted the large. The next touch surprised me. Chris started to spread my legs and he pulled my penis loose. His lotioned hand started to stroke it slowly, gliding up and down, before stopping and continuing to massage my front, thighs, hips, stomach.Chris pulled himself away and I heard myself utter a moan of a disappointment. I couldn't believe that the sound came from me, but a part of me didn't care. "If you're enjoying yourself more than you thought you would, just nod." I nodded slowly. "Good," he said.. . I stood facing her and massaged the neck and shoulders, moving down to work her shoulder blades.. Oiling my hands, I checked each disc, all the way to the L-4 right on the tail bone. I moved down and removed the leg stones and returned them to the heater. I bent the legs at the knees to check her range of motion. Taking the stones,I placed them along both sides of her spine, all the way to her neck. I oiled my hands again and worked the leg muscles to get the heat worked in. As I moved.