“Do you like to look up the skirts of young girls, Devan…. do you look at girls from your class like that, too?” she asked softly.”Devan nodde..., but didn’t look at his mother… he was beginning to pant.Sharon’s fingers gripped her son’s inner thigh tighter. She was breathing heavy with her increasing arousal; she felt her pussy swell inside her panties. The crotch was drenched with the excitement she felt. Her right hand gripped his thigh hard, as she drew one leg onto his bed, bending it at the. Daniel walked back down the hall and gently pushed the front door closed. "Since you now have the facilities to make coffee; then I would be delighted to join you for one," he told her dangerously.Izzy peeped up at him to see those glittering eyes. "Yes Daniel, of course..." she murmured before fleeing to the kitchen.She pottered around nervously making the coffee, all the time aware that Daniel was standing in the door way watching her.She finally turned to him with two steaming mugs in her. I breathe over your shoulder, my hand slightly lifting. Using a waving gesture, my hand caresses your thigh. At times my fingers curl, putting pressure on your leg, but always returning to rest flat on your thigh. I move my lips even closer. I feel a light tickle every time my lips accidentally brush your skin. I look up to see that your eyes have closed. I pull on your leg just enough to spread your thighs apart; just enough to give my hand room to move up between them. Still, all focus is. .. it was all down her throat. His balls churned and he lifted his hips and pulled on her braids. His cum began to pour into her mouth. It came out like a never-ending stream... like a garden hose with a broken shut off valve. His mother sucked it all in, moving her hand to squeeze the last drops from his balls. Finally she pulled away and looked up at him. Her jaws were puffed out. "Are you my nasty cock sucking bitch?" he asked. In answer, she suddenly opened her mouth where all his sticky.