.You bitch. Tamer should have seen this. Ah.. Olga your cheeks, your chin so sexy.I was like a mad..She was trying to make me slow.She knew that she w...uldn't be able to slow me. And she knew I was about to explode. That's why she had become serious. She was waiting for my explosion onto her face.I was thinking the past while I was about to explode to Olga's face. She was only my jeweller friend Tamer's wife Olga. During many years I was not thinking these kind of things about her. This feeling. Every nerve felt like it was connected to my clit which began to feel enormous. My hands wouldn't work on my tits for me anymore so I just let them grab the sheet as I felt myself actually shaking from the tension which was building to an excruciating level.Suddenly, I felt a couple more slaps on the top of my pussy and the vibrator being put above the clit. At the same time, he was doing this, I felt something that I never had before during orgasm. The extremely frantic need to pee. I fought. Maybe she thought she was trying to protect me, but I didn't want her to protect me by doing the very thing that had gotten me into this mess.And moreover, I was jealous. I didn't want her fucking my son. He was my son! If anyone was going to fuck him, it was going to be me. Maybe I didn't want it, but I didn't want her to want it either. I didn't know what to do though. Should I say something? Should I ask her not to talk to him? Didn't she care that he was her nephew? Didn't he care that she. I could hear the quite moans and groans that escaped her as her head fell back against the extra roll of paper in the little, red, knitted house that covered it. I’d unsnapped my jeans and, I too, had slipped my hand down into my underwear; mine perhaps a little more unexpected than my mother. I held tight to the windowsill with one hand and onto my dick, just as tight, with the other. In a relatively short time, Mom had worked herself into quite a state. I wasn’t doing bad myself. I had to.