She slowly shook them to and fro, draggingone stiff nipple from his mouth and shoving the other in. The lurid sound of the ladsuckling at her nipples,...and the warm, loving feel of it, thrilled Marcella.She became very hot.As was her custom when she and Timmy were in bed together, she reached into thelad’s lap and freed his young penis from his clothes. Of course, it was very stiff.Marcella began to stroke her son’s adorable upthrust rod, gliding his foreskin up anddown across the ridge of his. " She smiled. Poor lamb was in shock. "My ex was a keen photographer, and he built a studio up in the roof space. Of course, what I didn't know then was that he was photographing his bimbos up there. So why don't you and me take us a walk upstairs, and you can see the real me. Okay?"He looked stunned, but rallied. "You're not joshing me?"She laughed. "No, Jamie, I'm not joshing you. In the studio I will take off this robe and I'll be naked, so that you can take some photos. Would you like. Taut muscles flexed beneath smooth skin as he shifted position and kissed her mouth. She gasped, lips parting. He tasted of whiskey and his musky scent filled her with desire so strong it burned like the liquor they’d shared. She drew a deep breath, drank him in, and kissed him hard.Gentle yet insistent, she eased him onto his back and nimbly flipped a leg over his torso. Still kissing him, she inched down his abdomen until her pussy hovered over his cock. He raised his hips, soft cockhead. Yet she had moved fluidly, as if nothing about his own personal desires was unknown to her. Lou absently fondled a lock of auburn hair laying errant across his chest while he further pondered the paradox.The only women he'd known previously were professionals, and their approach was so jaded he was taken by surprise by Mary's obvious enjoyment. This gave Lou a new and exciting outlook. It thrilled him to think a woman could want him as much as his own excitement drove him. He'd never before.