I looked down and noticed that she is watching the bulge in my trousers intently and her eyes were fixed on my lund. My now completely hard lund was m...ving about in my pant. I became bold, took her hand and put it on my lund over my pant. Her hand eagerly started rubbing my lund over my pant. Then I snaked her right hand into the opening of my pant and put it on my lund. My lund was fully erect now and she held my lund in her palm and started caressing it. I was watching the expressions on her. More and more I fantasized about Mr. Darrell making love to me. In one of my fantasies, I see myself bending over the sawhorse in the stable and Mr. Darrell fucks me from behind, spanking my ass at the same time. At the moment I reach orgasm, he withdraws and sprays his cum on my flaming bottom cheeks. He spreads it evenly across my ass and then he picks up the leather strap. After a sound whipping of no less than fifty cracking lashes he takes me again from behind...and again.One day I. As I took off the first shoe and brought it to my face she pressed it into my nose with her foot, oh by the way, I know about your little foot fetish, and you are not allowed to jerk off tonight. Foot fetish, what are you talking about? I know about how you like stinky, smelly, and sweaty feet, I saw what you have on your computer, I was just looking for the right way to make you show me. Now take the other shoe off. I took the other off and brought it up to my nose and took a deep breath. Sighs and groans arose from both mother and son and then Mark commenced a lustful "Oh Mummy! Mummy! Oh Mummy! So lovely Mummy... So lovely... So lovely." It was the soft urgent murmur of total unbridled lust. Helen fully recognised her young son's longing and his intent. He wanted to spill his young cum in her. It was the primal urge built into all boys, to spill their seed, to spurt their young sperm into a receptive womb. She thanked God that she could not have any more c***dren because of.