‘Yes?’ he asked, his voice hard. Angela gave him a piercing look. ‘Yes, son, can I help you?’ he asked in a more conciliatory tone. He didn’... want to be hard with the boy. What he wanted was to sweep him into his arms, ask him if he wanted to go fishing or bowling—or anything they could do together. But of course he couldn’t do that. ‘My name is Paul Smyth,’ the boy started, searching for the words, although Steve fairly quickly realized that this was a question that the boy had been asking all. Mark then told me to take my bra off, I refused, but he got angry with me and grabbed me on the arm and turned nasty. I look at where my clothes were and realised they had hidden them.Mark told me to do what I am told ore they would not give them back.I slowly unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor. Covering my tiny boobs with my hands. Mark shouted at me and told me to put my hands on my head, I did what he said, exposing my bare boobs to the boys. Mark reached forward and groped my tits,. It felt wet, probably the mixture of the sweat running down my naked butt and onto my pussy folds mixed with my own juices coming out of my pussy. I watched him masturbate and it made me even hornier. I opened my legs to hip width. Why not let him see my pussy as I enjoy feeling him perving over me. He was furiously pulling up and down. I lifted my hip slightly to make way for my arm as I pushed it under my torso and guided my fingers down to my swollen clit. It was hard to touch myself in this. As quickly as I had replied, her reply came, and it said “would my son like it’’? I almost came right then and there.I replied saying OF COURSE HE WOULD! What son wouldn’t want to fuck his mom? She seemed a little reluctant saying something about age gap and commenting on her own physical features. I said that is ridiculous, why you don’t send me some extremely sexy pictures of you. I should let you know that this took a course of about 2 weeks to get to this point. Anyway, I hear my mom ask.