We started eating dinner and his mother started chatting about college and things.. the regular stuff..5 or so minutes passed and then I felt somethin... on my leg.. something moving up and down my leg.. it was a foot! a very soft foot!I looked at Tim's mother in shock.. she looked perfectly normal.. Just a normal woman eating dinner with her son and his friend.. but under the table, she as playing footsie with me! I didn't know what to do.. her feet felt great.. and just the idea of this sexy. When his shirt was d****d over the arm of his chair, Jean again ran her hands over his chest, feeling and kneading, her fingers found his nipples and gently pinched them. It was an intense feeling and made him gasp softly.She found the buckle of his belt, still staring intently into his eyes; she deftly flipped the buckle apart, and then manoeuvred the waistband button undone. Her eyes did not waiver one iota while she slipped the tab of his zipper down. His trousers fell into a crumpled heap. We played together countless hours and my dad was the main reason that I was the best 16 year old tennis player in the state. My mom actually talked me into going and asked if I wanted company but I said that I just wanted to go alone. I arrived at the tennis club and walked inside. I flashed my ID card for the club and then sat down for a second. I was having a hard time convincing myself that it was a good idea to play tennis feeling the way I felt when I saw the perfect thing at my time of. The feeling was incredible and in just a few minutes, I was coming inside her for the second time that evening.But Angela wasn't done. When I was finished emptying my seed into her, she started squeezing my cock with her sphincter until she was sure that it was going to stay hard, and then she started riding my cock with wild abandon. She held the vibrator in her cunt and rode wave after wave of orgasm until she had coaxed a third orgasm out of me. It was only then, when she had collapsed onto.