Samantha wanted to tease her son even more with her next email, that she decided to send him another photo. Dear Dav,As the days pass, you have been m...king me a horny woman. With each of your mails, you make a naughty woman out of me. As soon as I start reading your emails, my fingers find their way to my panties. The 2 panties that I send you are proof of how wet you make me feel.I have been a bad mommy Dav. I have imagined dirty things that I wanted to do with you. And I’m sure you wanted to. By the time she was ready to orgasm, she was fingering herself with fervor, almost slapping her fingers up against her insides, and causing her breasts to ripple against her chest. Her scooping fingers didn’t slow, and she purred, even growled, as she began to tremble. A copious wave of her juices began to drip down over his cock, soaking his length where it spread her ass apart.Rumbling, he set both hands onto her hips, and stood up.“H-Hey!” she said, voice almost a squeak. While her shoulders. She was dark blonde, with a pretty face. In the previous months since we had moved in, Jan and I talked frequently and she often pranced into our apartment on some pretense or another. She would rummage through our pantry for a cup of this or a can of that for dinner. They were both accomplished cooks and would grab us in the hallway to invite us in to dinner. Morning coffee klatches were becoming a daily routine. Jan would wait till the men left in the morning and come in the door as Ted. Your friends might see us.”“I don’t care if they do.”“I do,” she said firmly, but I could see a twinkle in her eye.“All right, but you have to let me try again when we get home.”She didn’t answer, but instead changed the subject. “There’s only another week of school left. Are you ready for your finals?”“Yeah, I know this stuff. Besides, I could flunk the final in almost every class and still get a ‘B’.”“Well, don’t do anything that would jeopardize the scholarship.”“You know I wouldn’t do.