There was a a guy about our age shooting hoops we started up a conversation his name was Timmy. My frist impression was. Scrawny naive and a people p...easer. The kinda of k** the was so good it was obnoxious."TIMMY come in for lunch"We turn and to see his mom standing holding open the screen door open . Wow she had shoulder length auburn hair and large round hanging tits with a good amount of perk to them a little chubby mybe but those tits. . "Oh is my Timmy making friends"We try not to. She looked down at him from far above, his head barely reaching her pudgy chest, and she rested a hand on his back as if encouraging him to continue. He slid his hand up her hourglass waist, a combination of the damp air that clung to her green scales and the sweat that coated his own skin making them both wet and slippery. The armor on her back and tail was admittedly tough, like worn leather as he traced the twin rows of dull spines, but her sides were softer, her underbelly having a texture. I glanced back towards my cousin; he was really starting to work his cock through his boxers. He reached under his shorts and started to work his cock with his hand, getting more and more carefree to his surroundings. He was breathing heavy as the scene on the TV started to get more erotic. More skin on skin with the woman. They were rubbing each other, caressing each other’s tits and gently rubbing a finger on each other’s nipples. It was all I could take not to whip my cock out and stroke it. He just grinned, as if apologetically, and collapsed alongside me in the long soft grass. I thought he would lose interest now but as he lay at my side, his hand slid between my thighs and began caressing my balls, still contained within my white briefs, now soaking wet from all my own leaking pre-cum. I was in heaven; this 20 year-old fantasy had just had one tremendous orgasm and yet he was still interested - in me! I wasn’t expecting any more than I had already experienced but I was ready.