It felt like butter on my fingers. Mom’s bra was huge and had lacy embroidery on it. For the first time, I had felt that softness on my fingers. I c...uldn’t resist but take it closer to my face to feel it.As I tried to smell it, I was shocked by my mom’s voice right behind me. Mom with her stern voice, standing right behind me, “What do you think you are doing?”.I was shocked. I was shocked not just because mom had seen me rubbing her bra on my face but also to see her just wearing just a towel,. A single finger traced along the meaty folds, finding the head of her clitoris already emerging. She gently pinched it between her fingers and stroked ever so gently. Her hand was already feeling the moisture starting to flow out of Sue's body.Eyes as large as saucers, Tommy watched the nude forms of his mother and teacher intertwine as they made love. His cock was harder than it had ever been in his 17 years. He needed to stroke it so bad but was unable to even move his cast-encased arms,. “No, sweetheart. Fuck me. Please? I've had too much of your mouth. I need your cock.”Her desperation was too evident. He moved up her body, kissing as he went until he reached her lips. He hesitated to kiss her; his lips were coated with cunt juice. She might find it unpleasant. Marilyn didn't hesitate, though. She pulled Andrew down, pressed her lips to his, searched his mouth with her tongue. She let him suck on her tongue as he moved his body into the V of her thighs. Her hand groped for his. I admitted to knowing some of what had happened with him and Louise in Atlanta. We talked about his job and how his shoulders were sore from driving. Always trying to be helpful, I suggested I could rub them for him. He smiled and I took that for a go-ahead. I sat beside him and slowly rubbed his shoulders, and allowed my fingers to rub the nape of his neck and trail into his hair, rubbing and pulling just slightly. He moaned and continued to lay still. I remember thinking how much easier it.