I had to stop feeling my clit every so often. I could already feel the onset of my orgasm and feeling my clit was going to bring it on faster. Not tha... I could stop it now anyway.I had a hard time keeping a steady rhythm on Missy’s pussy because every time Brantley moved out of me, my body followed his movement, making my mouth come off her wet orifice. I think that is why Missy started feeling her clit with her hand. Not only that, I could tell that she was in the beginning stages of an orgasm. Mom: Why do you need them now?I took my phone and started showing her the profiles of hot guys who were looking like models and studs. She was surprisingly watching my phone. But didn’t show it too much on her face.Me: Guys like these will be viewing your profile too. Do you want to look like a usual lady to them?Mom: What else, then? Why do I need to show myself attractive to them? You just told me that I can make new friends here, right?I got pissed off. I set a picture of her taken in Dubai. Between sobs she asked me if I thought she was too old to be sexually active still. Before I could answer, the floodgates opened and she told me how frustrated she was, hold much she'd enjoyed hearing our lovemaking and how much it had turned her on. She ended up by telling me she'd resorted to her trusty vibrator to pleasure herself and had managed to climax shortly after hearing my wife and I reach our final orgasms that morning.By now I was stricken with a huge erection as I held Jane close. .. STOP THAT!" Her exclamation came when I quickly slipped my hand under the sheets past her hairy lower belly to her pussy. She clamped her legs closed but not soon enough to keep me from getting my hand completely over her cunt and it was wet as saturated sponge but softer and more pliant. I got my middle finger in her in an instant as she squirmed, unable to escape my unwanted attention."Just relax darling," I said softly. "I'm not going to do anything we haven't done before." Nah... hanh....