My raging hard on got even stiffer. I pulled it out of my pants and started to stroke it gently while rubbing it against the panties. Now, to som... people, jacking off into the panties of a forty-something mother may seem gross, so I should probably describe her. Her name was Jolene. She was a natural blond, standing at 5’5’’ with nice, firm c-cups, which were surprising, considering her age and the fact that she has had 2 kids. She was in shape, but not like a supermodel. She looked like. ” I was in my pajamas and I quietly snuck down to the first floor and into the kitchen. They were glasses and plates scattered around the kitchen. The only thing standing between me and the party was the basement door. I quietly opened the door and started to head downstairs. At the bottom of the staircase there is a room to the left which was our workout room. It had a sauna and all of the workout equipment. As I got to the bottom of the stairs I quickly ducked into that room. The party was to. She said, "So beautiful... for a woman."I looked at her, probably showing my very obvious puzzlement. She invited me in once more, enjoying herself with my confusion and curiosity. Heard some music, Meredith Baxter or something similar coming from her den. She beckoned me to follow her and forget all the Cherokee baskets and other crafts that decorated her house. A magnified photo of a younger version of the Indian girl with an old man dominated the den."That's my dad," she said, her hands. Wonder who taught her that? It’s not deep enough for me though, so I grab her by the ears and push my cock steadily ALL the way in. It’s obvious that she can’t breathe properly but my cock pleasure takes priority and I enjoy the banging of my loose hanging balls on her chin for a while before easing it out and allow her to breathe properly. Don’t want to cum again too soon.Next I do what I’ve dreamed of doing – a really good grope of her tits while she’s kneeling in front of me. I’ve admired.