It was the subtle turning of the handle of her bedroom door. She held her breath and half opened her eyes in the faint pre dawn light. It was Mark, he... 13 year old son, whom she observed stealthily making his way to her bedside. Helen had her eyes barely open, so that Mark assumed his mother was still sound asleep. Helen wondered what he was up to. Her fingers were still wet and enmeshed in her hairy pussy, keen to renew their frantic mission.Mark remembered that his Mum always threw her. One day i came home and saw him sitting in the leaving room talking with my grandparents.I introduced myself and got horny as hell when he touched my hand. I instantly went to my room and waited for him to leave.When he left my grandparents told me he was here to fix some electrical problems in the kitchen.Few days passed and i still wanted to be with him,so when my place was empty i decided to call him to fix some electrical problems in the kitchen again. He came wearing a tight t-shirt and. "Tommyyy, what kind of movie did you watch last night?" I said playfully referring to where his hands were.He gave out a short laugh and kissed my neck."Not that kind Mom."My pussy was already wet from his touch and the kisses he gave my neck. I don't know why but kissing my neck always managed to turn me on."Was Gina good to you last night?" I whispered to him.He continued to kiss my neck and brought one hand up slipping it under my top and feeling my bare breast while his other hand traveled. She had several things to address before her lunch meeting with Stephen. She still held out hope he would cancel, so she wouldn't have to revisit their strange phone conversation when Stephen was in New Orleans, nor even consider the possibility that he would ever find out that she got titillated recalling the conversation while she herself masturbated the night before.However, Stephen showed-up right on time for their lunch date. Carly thought her son seemed completely normal and she sensed no.