Her grey jacket and black pinstriped slit skirt projected an air of authority with just a hint of sensuality. The Head Mistress finished removing Ms....Yuko’s panties and looked at them with shock. “Mr. Williams, look at her panties. Are they not damp?” The Head Mistress tossed the girl’s panties and Brad was able to catch them mid-flight. He immediately felt the heat and the dampness of the panties. “Yes, Head Mistress, they are damp,” Brad nervously replied as he inhaled their aroma. He. Then, excruciatingly slow, shemoved a hand toward him. Very lightly, she placed her palm against hiscock, and felt it throbbing hot. Donny sucked in a breath of air,arching his hips forward to press his cock into his mother's hand.Very slowly, they came together. Marilyn pressed her tits against herson's chest, feeling them flatten out. She brought bother hands to hischeeks, holding his face and gazing into his eyes. Then her lips closedon his and they kissed long and hard.The searing contact. At least we could toy with each other's pussy with our free hands. It was fingers in cunts, thighs to crotches, legs tangling, mouths engaged, body to body. Somehow we both came together and I felt closer to her than I ever had before.Eventually we slept, but when either of us shifted we both woke up. We'd grumble, negotiate a new configuration, cuddle and sleep again until the next time.Saturday morning, a bit bleary-eyed, we showered -- together, of course. I used my left hand to wash her,. She knew I was lying. "Well I think you did a good enough job to deserve something tonight" as she winked. I was excited and tried to not show it in front of her but I realized that she said tonight. That was hours away, how was I supposed to do anything now with that on my mind. It was just going on 12 noon and I decided to get myself some lunch. I made a sandwhich and my mom walked in to sit at the table. She was wearing a pair of tight jean shorts and an orange top. I admired her body.