Her skin was near transparent and I could see goose bumps on her boobs.May be she was as excited as I was. My hands wanted to feel the boobs but I was...unsure if I should touch. She took my hands and kept them on the boobs and told me “you don’t have to wait for anyone’s permission. Do as you please, I’m all yours in the excitement.I was very rough and forceful in handling her boobs, was crushing them in my hands and tried to bite into the nipples – was trying to apply the little theoretical. Lying is cheating. Is that what you are doing?" "No, no B! I'm sorry. It's all so new to me. I was embarrassed, ashamed at what I had done, and unsure of how you would take it. (She looked me straight in the eye) Even though you had told me I could. And I didn't want to say anything in front of Sheila and Paul!" "Big deal! First, they know all about it, second, what you are up to is tame stuff compared to what they do!" She was visibly upset. "Do you want me to quit?" "Do you want to?" She hung. "So damn good," she whined, no longer able to control the slut within her. Jacking the beast, she used his own natural lubricant to speed up the motion from root to tip. Both hands were suddenly a blur and she knew he was close. Suddenly the image of the bedpost rammed up her cunt filled her mind and she quickly released Damian's throbbing cock and shed her shorts and panties. She stood over the boy and squatted, just enough, to bring his plump head into contact with her aching clit. A warmth. “Oh! Like you gave me last night, after I retired to the privacy of my boudoir? Thank God, doors don’t have keyholes anymore! You would have been the one getting an eyeful last night.”“Like you got this afternoon?”“Honey, you were hard and hot, but you were not masturbating.”“Well if there was a keyhole, last night you could have seen me doing so too!”“Let’s not go there, that’s a little too intimate, even if you are nineteen. I am your mom. By the way, thanks for changing my sheets.”“I.