Before Mark could thing about anything more, his Mother reached over and placed her hand on his sheet covered cock. Mark couldn't voice a sound as she...stroked it and felt it harden in her hand. "What kind of mother would I be if I left you all hot and bothered with only your hand for company?" Helen said as she cupped his balls and gave them a playful squeeze. A voice screamed inside Mark to stop this, but if felt so good. His once soft young cock was now again rock-hard, forming a small tent. My husband had called me from work and told me he had laid out an outfit for me in the spare bedroom. During the baby’s nap I ventured into the guest bedroom to see what my husband had in mind for tonight. Boy was I intrigued.Lying on the bed was a stocking and garter set, with no panties. A short denim skirt that would barely cover my ass and a top that tied up in the front and worked as a kind of brassier. On the floor was a pair of thigh high black boots with 3 inch high heels. I was not. ”laughing, I rolled off of her, pulling her up to kiss. While she returned the kiss I pushed her shorts and panties down and fingered her hairless slit. She broke the kiss long enough to remove her shirt. Then while trying to suck my tongue out of my head started working on my shirt buttons. I grabbed her ass cheeks, just over a handful each and pulled her up until I could run my tongue through her slit. She moaned softly as I licked and nibbled at her slit and clit. She let herself fall. I was ready to pull down my pants and start masturbating with Diana, when I decided to try something bold.I reached my left hand over and rested it on Diana’s upper thigh, and leaned my head in close to put my lips against her neck. She seemed to want to pull away – but she didn’t. I slid my hand up her thigh until I reached her panties. Her thin cotton underwear was moist with her juices already, and I gently rubbed through the cloth along her slit, feeling the contours of her labia buried.