I was going for it. I was massaging down her chest beneath her blouse, following the straps of her bra. I brushed the top swell of her breasts as I ma...saged her pectoral muscles. Her head turned, her cheek rubbing into my wrist. She whimpered again.“Oh, Sean,” she groaned, her thighs rubbing together, stockings rasping and whispering together. She kept crossing and re-crossing them. Her tongue flicked across her lips. “Sean, this is...”“Just massaging you, Mom,” I said, my fingers kneading into. As he turned back, I could see his enlarged penis which was about to get out of his pants. He was still looking at my boobs and the wet patch on my lower! I was dying to hug him!“Aunty, where is the washroom?”, he asked.“Down the room, on the left”, I saidHe said thanks and went inside. I came out in the hall and sat on the sofa. I pulled my t-shirt a little lower so that Avinash can see my big cleavage. I pulled my lower a little more lower. He came out after 10 minutes to take his bike key.. I had told him only if she understood she would be collared and leashed along with him/it and begging would bea given.When I saw they both had collars on I knew the weekend would be just right.They had gotten a suite on the beach facing the ocean on the 5th floor as I had told them to. They had also arranged for limo to pick us up to go shopping at the adult superstore on 95 in Ft. Lauderdale where I would tell them what to by for "souveniers" to take home with them. Every thing a newbie. ’ ‘I don’t know. What would we do?’ ‘Well we could fuck. Would you like that? Would you like to fuck me? I’ll teach you have to make love to an older woman. Would you like that? Oh and please call me Jessica from now on.’ Greg could feel his cock surge at the thought of fucking this beautiful woman. He remembered what Ken had told him that Jessica was a great fuck. It was the first time that Greg had ever heard a woman use the fuck word. ‘Okay Greg, follow me. I promise that you will not.