He didnt understand why he was acting this way, but in her presence, reason just seemed to melt away. She reached out to him. Take me baby. She said ...n a sultry voice. He got off the bed and reached around her waist, pulling her close. His face became planted right in the valley between her breasts, and he could feel her moan deep in her throat when he kissed, not noticing the tingle in his face and the warmth. She picked him up and put him back on the bed, laying him down on his back as she. ”I said, “Yes, it’s okay. What do you want me to do?” as I felt my hard on soften and my turtle return to its shell. I felt better this way even if embarrassed at my meager endowment, better than if I was sporting an erection exposing my pleasure with his touch.He said, “Relax while I get set up.” As he talked I watched him duck down and open a drawer under the table and pull out some contraption. He explained, “We use these for giving women pelvic examinations. Here, put your foot here in this. Like when she got to work she took off her bra so her healthy plump teen titties would wobble and move around under her thin uniform shirt. And of course, whenever she went into the big freezer to get another bucket of this or that ice cream, she came out with her nipples spiking the shirt.He always looked and she always made sure he got a good look.Then, during hellos or goodbyes, she pressed her ripe body up against his from crotch to chest and gave him long lingering kisses on his stubbly. Then she released them and moaned. Her body trembled as she squirmed on the floor. Her face scrunched up with passion. She moaned, her fingers tweaking her pierced nub. I grinned at her as my mother brought me closer to cumming.“Las’s big dick!” I growled, the pressure at the peak. “Gods, Mother, you want my cum.”“She does,” Lasla moaned, her hands stroking my stomach. She rubbed her nipples into my back. “Give it to her, brother.”“Yes, yes, give it to her,” Pyrriah purred, a flicker of vibrant.