She frantically pulled her jean shorts off and pulled her boy shorts down around her knees. Jason started mowing the lawn. Jeanne started stroking her...pussy, sliding her fingers along her lips, dipping them into her cunt, tapping her clit and sliding deep inside herself to rub the rough patch on her front wall that she knew (from online) was her g-spot. She desperately wanted to have a g-spot orgasm…wanted to squirt even more…but she didn’t know how to without help. Jeanne frantically rubbed. Quite a nice arse it was, too. Shewould enjoy caning it, maybe later ravishing it. "Quickly dear! Here boy!" she cried, clicking her fingers, calling as shewould for any other pet. "Fetch! There's a good boy!" He soon reappeared at the door, still on all fours, the canes clasped inone hand. "Oh no dear! That's not how we fetch!" he was told. "In the mouth, boy!In the mouth!" Obediently Steve clamped the canes between his teeth, then continued towardsher. She reached down and took the canes. “It’s fallen out.” She stood tall again, her full tit swaying to the right. Again she stared right at me, and then down to the front of my jeans. Without adjusting herself, she swayed towards me, the spoon held down to her right thigh. With her left hand she grabbed my cock through the denim.“You’re so fucking predictable. Keep looking, keep looking”Her hand worked at my buckle, and she worked her way into my jeans – sliding gracefully over my cock and grabbing me by the balls.“Oh you like. “What is it?” I quickly questioned. “My only regret is that we had to wait so long” she giggled.I contracted the muscles of my loins causing my cock to jump inside her. She reacted instantaneously with a large glowing smile a look of cheer spread across her face. “Are you cumming?” she asked me excitedly. I flexed my muscles several more times and feigned climax, all the time my Mother urged me on as she looked down at her belly trying to envision my seed filling her womb, “ThatÂ’s my.