My sissy son hasobediently followed my instructions. He is tied down in his usualposition on his milking bench -arms and legs draped towards the groun...and bound to the sides of the bench. He lifts his head when I walk in.Me: What am I going to do with you? Cumming while massaging mommy's ass.This is unacceptable. What should I do with you?Him: I've been a bad boy. I'm sorry.Me: And....?Him: I must be punished. Please punish me mommy.I approach my tied down sissy son. I grip his thong and slowly. What she did do apparently was ask her what it was like, what it felt like, how was he doing. It seemed that despite her worldly wise attitude she was still a virgin at this point.So despite Angela wanting a running commentary, the boyfriend managed to continue and even cum. I think back then the less enlightened attitude was the norm and he just pulled out. He rolled off his condom, and was about to toss it out the window when Angela reached out and took it of him. She squeezed the. I also could not help but notice that she was wearing a flimsy red satin nightgown and sticking out of it was my mother's breast. The nipple, perhaps sensing my arrival proceeded to enlarge itself til it stood perfectly erect before my very eyes. Up until this point the very thought of touching my mother had never crossed through my mind. I could not resist, with my cock stiff and begging for release from the confines of my jeans I walked over and grabbed a hold of my mother's tit. For a women. At that time she had placed Boris Johnson's hand on her breast as she read to him, asking if he "enjoyed sitting with Grandma, and feeling how soft she was." Boris indicated he enjoyed being with Grandma, and even added that "she smelled and felt really good."When Irene had returned home that night, the crotch of her panties was still soaked, and as she removed then, some of her cum had begun to dry at the edges, and when she removed her panties, several pubic hairs were mixed with her juices.