He would sit on her bed and watch porn and jerk off. He would wrap her clean underwear in his hand around his dick and sometimes suck on her dirty und...rwear. It was very taboo, but it made him hot.He’d come so much in his hand while jacking off to his mother’s pussy scent. He loved his mother so much. He really felt that the men she dated didn’t appreciate her. They were just dirtbags she met at the bar where she worked.Mary Boyd was an attractive woman. She had a great body and a nice ass.. "Well, that was amazing!" she exclaimed as she looked herself over. She looked less like a grandmother and more like a bachelor aunt... which she was. She frowned at the sight of her knit cardigan and ankle-length dress. "I ought to update my wardrobe. Won't Peter be surprised!"She strolled out the door with her shopping bag and purse. May hadn't felt this energetic in a long time, and she was ready to enjoy the day to its fullest. The sun was shining and it was pleasantly warm. Before, she'd. ‘Here?’ He placed hishand on the tight curve of her waist, idly stroked her chiffon covered side. ‘Mm, no. I think not.’ He tsked, so in control, so deliberate, so completely and utterly unmoved by the same passion, the same desire that was running rampart through her veins, a dark tempo, a seductive, intoxicating blend of something far more powerful than any champagne offered at the ball, any opium found in any den. Then his hand moved again, to the scandalously cut line of her dress, to the. "I... I meant are you all the way in?" "I'm buried just about as deep as I can get. Which means, it's time to start fucking for real." I was about to say something in protest, meaning to finally end this madness, ready to beg Mikey to pull out if need be when he started to do just that. In my mental fog, I actually though that he was done with me, that maybe now that he'd done what he came to do that he would get out some of our high quality lube and fuck me more comfortably. I couldn't have.