Her hand moved inside my shorts and brought out my swollen shaft. It felt so good! ‘It’s huge!’ Marya whispered as she gazed at my distended coc.... Her eyes were wide, her face flushed. Her warm, dainty hands moved over the veined surface of my swollen tool. ‘Oh, God!’ I groaned. My hips writhed on the leather chair. The sensations were unbelievable! Marya may have been young, but she had natural talent! Lots of it! ‘It’s spitting,’ she giggled softly as a glistening drop of pre-cum oozed from. I couldn't breathe, I didn't know if this was real, but if it wasn't I didn't want to wake up. I must have spaced out, she now had my pants down and was stroking me. The noice I made I'll admit wasn't very masculine, but who cares? She lowered herself to her knees before me and looked up at me with hungry eyes as she continued her work on me. Keeping my eyes open had become a chore, her hand felt so good, then came her mouth. I moaned grabbing her shoulders, she let out a soft giggle and. I knew the woman sitting next to me was my mother, and as I’d admitted to Jenny, her naked body had turned me on to the point where I had to jerk off. This though was even worse; the warmth of her hand seemed to creep up into my crotch starting something that I desperately didn’t want to happen. Unfortunately, the more I tried to ignore the bulge in my shorts as my prick rapidly began to grow, the worse it got. Besides that, my cock lay along the side of my leg close to where my mom’s hand. As it came, the blonde began to relax. She sipped her own more slowly, beginning to plot revenge for this assault. The closeness they had once felt came rushing back to them, and she pulled her robe off and crawled into bed beside Connie, hugging to her. Their tits pressed together, their hips too.Vicky started to feel perverse desire, mixed somehow with her anger. Her generous, warm sister. So tender, so vulnerable. As she imagined hurting Steven, her pussy creamed, and she pulled Connie.