Can you please remove it. It’s so prickly!” She almost looks distressed. Does her voice sound frustrated? I really don’t know what to do. I feel...bad that I was so aroused just now. It also feels wrong to do this. She might cum. I’m looking at her face again. This time, I’m sure. She looks like she’s suffering, like she really needs this. I’m feeling bad for her. She’s been bed-ridden for a while with no means to masturbate. Am I really going to deny her this glimmer of light in her dim, injured. In between, we had our breakfast. During breakfast also, I could not see my mom’s face. I was talking with her. But seeing her face, I was getting an instant hard-on. So I was a bit avoiding eye contact with her.But after breakfast, I just asked her for a very casual doubt that she was missing something in life. She was a bit confused. She said that she is missing many things that she cannot do due to COVID. I just told her that if she wants to share, then let’s try to do something we both can. Patting the bed, I said, "Lay down on your back here baby."As he lay back, I straddled his legs and took his hard cock in my mouth. I began slowly as I wanted to try and deep throat him as much as I could. I sucked and licked and sucked on his balls, making him feel pleasure as he let out little moans. I worked on his cock and was getting most of him down my throat, it was wonderful.After a couple of minutes, he tapped me on the head and said, "Come up to me and turn around."Reluctantly I. ” With the last word growled into my ear, I felt a soft wetness eclipsing the lobe of my ear. The sensation was amazing as she suckled onto my earlobe. I let out a low groan. I admit no one had ever done anything like this in my nineteen years of life. Sitting frozen to the chair, her hand ran across my t-shirt down towards my zipper her fingers tugging down the opening of my pants. “I know you have been fantasizing about me. Otherwise tell me why you hung next to me the other night asking me.