That hope she was holding out became a very realistic possibility after what transpired earlier that day.The oversexed mom considered taping her hands...together, in an attempt to prevent herself from touching her uncontrollable cunt. She needed her son's strapping dick to fill her up and she needed it yesterday. Kristin wondered during this moment if there were other mommies who were kept up at night by the thought of being fucked mercilessly by their sons. She managed to make it through the. He kissed me, and he took off my skirt and panties. I watched as he stripped his pants and boxers off. Once undressed, he came back to me, and continued kissing me lovingly. I took his hand, and guided him to feel how wet he was making me. He instantly dug his finger inside. "Ah." "You like that?" "Uh-huh. I love when you shove your fingers inside." He began to move his fingers, curling them, straightening them, whatever he could to drive me wild. I came, "Mhmm, mhmm, oh, ahh." He kissed my. On the exhale my mind spontaneously regained its willpower. My hands moved quickly one to the waist band of the thong had instructed her to wear and the other between her shoulder blades on her back. With dominating force I pushed her so her body was bent over the counter. My other hand yanked her panties downward. Not able to go all the way I released the pressure on her back and stooped down behind her to pulled the thong completely off. I came face to face with a sight I loved seeing. Her. "How?" I murmur, managing to pull my gaze from the shop window. I lookdown into the scoop necked dress to see breasts beneath it, not large,not small, but breasts of the kind I had only ever dreamed to seegracing my chest. I could feel them! Their shape, the weight of them, Ifelt the soft lace cups of the bra supporting them.I look at the woman. "How?" Does it matter?" she asks, smiling again, blue eyes glittering - sheseems delighted with her work. "Would you like a coffee?" She inclinesher.