As he started to push in again the head of my dick was feeling like I was trying to get in that tight pussy and it was too small still. Slowly, though... the head did start making some progress in opening her up. She wasn’t a virgin, just very tight.Well any pussy would be tight around a dick that big.The weirdest part was I could feel every bump and ridge inside her vagina as the big dick stretched her open. She stayed scorching hot and extremely wet too. Instead of trying to take increasingly. I only used one finger because I could tell that her relatively unused pussy hasn’t had many things in it. I used the palm of my hand to keep pressure on her mound and her little clit just to make her crazy. It’s just like a young girl not to know to reciprocate (at least that was my experience from when I was a young guy). So I pulled my hand out of her panties, sniffed my fingers and she smelled like flowers. I took her left hand that was balled up against her chest and slowly moved it over. Charlotte had no idea why listening to her son masturbating was arousing her. She hadn’t had a serious relationship since she and Jamie’s father had split, but she still had a strong sex drive, which she usually satisfied with masturbation too… sometimes while reading some tasteful erotica, or some pornographic fiction masquerading as a ‘romance novel’. But she had never thought of Jamie as anything but her sweet son until now, when the mental image of him stroking his hard young cock had her. It was time to leave. I'm not sure how long I stood there, but it had to be about ten minutes. Karma I expect. When I was about to turn and go, I realized she was looking right at me!Her eyes wide in surprise, I didn't see fear, she stared directly into mine. I realized I should have put on a mask or bellacaluva when I heard someone in the house. "I... I won't hurt you." I realized I must look fearful, black pants and shirt, black leather gloves and runners, and a duffel bag under an arm. One.