“Yeah, that one in particular. My back likely wouldn’t take it today.”“It’s not the sexual gymnastics that excite me, Neil. It’s how much ...ou cared about Mom’s pleasure. My boyfriend Peter was a blast but he had that teen guy focus on getting his own rocks off. I didn’t always come out of it feeling physically satisfied. Mom always seemed happy after sex with you. Or at least that’s what I felt from what she wrote.”I slid my hand higher. Our eyes met.“Neil, I’m okay if you think of me as the. Pleasure us with your tongues. And while you are licking us we can compare your erections. Is size important for you Chantal?”Before Chantal told us she had watched other men blow her man and I could sense my man lusting over his naked body and his awesome cock.Chantal and I are sitting side-by-side in their huge shower alcove as she whispers, “Fine by me if your man wants to blow my man. Is that what he wants? I know my man wants him to. Would you like to watch them while we pleasure each. ’ There was never a shred of doubt that I wanted to. It was completely obvious, at least to me, that a premature or clumsy ‘move’ would end in disaster, but an actual opportunity never seemed to present itself. Nevertheless, while my reasons for wanting to grew exponentially over the course of our conversation, they were there from the start.”“Well, thank you. I wasn’t quite as horny as you, I guess,” she teased as he blushed. “I didn’t commit to the desire until the evening was closer to its. David whispered to his mother, "I love you. I need you. I've never felt this way before. One hand went to hold the back of her wet head, the other on the small of her back pressing her belly against his. He leaned down. She saw it coming and part of her wanted it. The responsible part of her mind fought those feelings. His body against hers, the glass of wine in her belly, her throbbing pussy, her tingling nipples, naked under the starlit sky, a man (okay, what sure felt like a man) she.