But I discovered because of that, I did have a thing for her soiled panties, that for whatever reason inflamed my desire and need to masturbate myself...with them until I came adding my own sticky discharge to the stains she had herself already placed there.I had come home late from a date, frustrated as usual at the time, a little light petting permitted that did nothing more than arouse and excite me to the boiling point, where I stayed without any sort of release or pleasure to conclude that.. She laughed and said I definitely would be able to handle that (bingo-step 3 accomplished). That statement gave me the courage to go farther next wek. The following week when she came in I was in the living room drying my hair from the shower without a stitch on. Her face went red but her eyes remained glued to my cock. She struggled to say, "wow, you weren't kidding about being bareass. You have a great cock!". I told her that I was totally comfortable and in fact she was boosting my. Once she was sober, and her breathing normalized, I withdrew my finger from inside her.“Ufff.. betaaaa..” mom cooed into my ears. “You have shown me seventh heaven today and just with your fingers”, she said. Even in the darkness, I could see a naughty twinkle in her eyes.Mom squeezed my hard dick gently and gave me a naughty smile. “Let mumma take care of that for you”, she said.Mom fixed her panties and nighty and knelt down. She pulled back the foreskin and gently tugged on my cock. “Ufff... It almost filled his hand and he gently squeezed his throbbing testicles. "Soon, boys," he said aloud. "Soon."He pulled the old sewing tape from its hiding place and measured, something he did to satisfy his curiosity as well as for bragging rights with his buddies. Not quite nine inches yet no matter how he held his rigid cock, trying to get the bend out of it. Almost seven inches around at its widest however; that pleased him as it did most of his clients who were mature women, many of whom.