"Yes, I'm fine. In fact I'm sliding my fingers into my very wet pussy as you talk," she softly told me. "Are you naked?" "No. I am wearing a tiny blac... satin thong. It's what I always wear when we talk." "Oh baby," I respond to the image she had just presented and began to get hard. "Are you naked?" she asked. "No, I am wearing boxers." "Cotton or silk?" "Silk." "I love the feel of silk boxers against my skin. Do me a favor and let your cock out," she requested. I complied and soon my rock hard. Slowly your hand comes up to my face, your other hand in my hair grabbing it and forming a fist in my hair, holding me immobilized. “You are mine kitten. Mine to hold, to caress… every ounce of your passion and desire are Mine.” I hear your words as they caress my ears and fall deep inside me to settle around my heart and then drift further down to that pulsating part of me that is needy with want and desire. “Yes. I am yours!” I state in a low voice, moistening my lips. My mouth suddenly dries. In my immediate attempt to get ready for class I was wearing a sweat shirt, with no bra, and sweat shorts, with no panties! I covertly worked my way into class, being 15 minutes late, wearing what I was wearing, I didn’t want any attention. So I sat in the chair that was closets to the door in the back. The thing about this class is that it’s set up like a Colosseum type set up, where the rows go from bottom to top seating. I was siting at the top of the row right next to the door so I could. Then suddenly I reached mom’s boobs and started pressing it! Mom moaned with pleasure. Slowly, I pinched her nipples and bit her boobs. The next moment, we both kissed passionately. After all this stimulation, my cock had become hard and large. I asked mom if can we do 69 position, but she said, “No, keep this for 21 days.”That was our routine for 20 days and I was eagerly waiting for the 21st day so that this lock-down will be lifted and we can resume our masturbation.Then I came to know that.