Bending to me, Lynn’s kissing resumed in earnest. There was pure passion in her breathing, her tongue wormed into my mouth, hastily teaching me the ...oys of French kissing. I felt my penis swell in her hand, wherever she held me I felt intense warmth. My heart was pounding like I’d run a marathon. I chased Lynn’s tongue back into her mouth. It was so difficult keeping my hands still, I wanted badly to explore her body. Her hand slid everywhere over the surface of my now throbbing penis. Lynn. She held my hand as I used two fingers to touch her deeply. I spread them apart in her velvet tunnel, making her shudder more and more. She was squirming as I twirled my fingers around inside her, rubbing her clit wildly. “Oh yes, right there,” she gasped. I penetrated her wet hole, spreading my fingers apart wider. She thrust her hand down and started to rub her clit with me. I scooted closer to her, kissing her breast. She was heaving, this encouraged me to wiggle my fingers faster, trying to. ..maybe I could use your panties to give him a hand job." The look on her face and in her eyes...FUCK!! She began to salivate. "Really?" "Yeah" I responded. "Thought maybe I could get a little help from you though." Okay, how?" Her curiousity was getting me more excited. "Wellllll....I was thinking since we can hear you cumming....if you would masturbate while I am giving him a hand job..." She was nodding her head quickly with this smile of complete and total lust. "Do you think he'd go for. How can you get back your dad in my life?” She watched me inquisitively. Maa, I always wished you were my wife. You are so attractive and sensuous that you make a perfect dream-woman for me. Were you my wife I would have over flown you with love and joy, Maa. My mother looked shocked but suddenly she continued as if nothing serious had happened, “Am I still attractive a 50 year old fat old woman?” She laughed. But my mother always used to be all ears for a word of praise, I knew. “Yes Maa. You.