He looked over at my boxers and smiled, no longer feeling awkward. I moved my hand down his chest and could feel how fast his heart was beating. He wa... clearly as excited as me. I ran my hand further down his chest, over his cute abs. There was no hair on his chest, just a slight happy trail visible above his boxers. I decided to bite the bullet and took my hand lower down and gently brushed his hardening cock through his boxers. He let out a quick gasp. I was concerned I had gone too far but. His mother wasn't a magazine model or any other type of model. Critics they would think her hips being too wide and her overly large bosom which surely held a pair of large breasts. Of course the sight he saw was really because of her foundation garments and not the natural shape, but all the same he admired them.John's mother wasn't a woman one would turn and take another look at in the street. She was the type of woman that beautiful women would take with them to emphasis their own beauty.. And somehow, she managed to smile up at Me with her eyes."Good Girl" I said with a genuine tone. "I'm now going to fuck your throat."I heard a soft whimper from behind me. Sure, he was able to talk, but I'm guessing that he had no words for what was happening to his wife.... WITH HER CONSENT!Still holding her by the head, I began a slow yet determined hip-thrust, driving My hard cock deep into her throat. She did her best to position her head and neck to take Me all the way in and even though. She hadn't had a real cock inside of her yet though sometimes she wished she had.Though if you wanted something done right daddy always said to do it yourself she thought as she ran her hands over her curvy little body. She jumped when she heard a knock at the door.“Come in.” Gwen smiled as she turned to see her mom Marilyn enter the room dressed in her sexy negligee and robe over it in case company came to visit. Gwen never told anybody but she always thought her mom was sexy as hell. Even now.