’ – ‘The game? Or the players’ legs?’ I asked her. – ‘What? I can’t like both?’ In retaliation for the squash game, she made me t...ke a yoga class with her. It was worth it just to see her in yellow yoga pants. The t-shirt she wore was short, and left her midriff bare. The contrast between the bright colours of her yoga outfit and her light caramel skin was delicious. She had slim, shapely legs and a fine ass. Her abs were amazing, and you could have bounced a dime off her stomach. She was. My pussy gets wet by itself now, wears down the lube I applied to the dildo and increases the friction of getting fucked. At this point, pounding it mercilessly with my dildo becomes so intense, my pussy starts to push out and my whole body weakens. I just collapse onto my bed, moaning, until those waves of intense feelings went through me. The challenge was to force myself to keep pounding my pussy to allow this intensity to climax. So I tried to keep pounding myself, withstand the urge to. The boy was incredibly handsome and sexy, and his body was mature and very male. He didn't seem like her son. He seemed like a hunk she wanted to get her hands on. She just couldn't help it-her own son was turning her on like mad.So she was relieved when Dane, exhausted from his long trip and from jet lag, decided to go to bed early. That gave her a chance to be alone and to think straight. She knew she had to be very stern with herself and get rid of this insane attraction she was feeling for. Suddenly, Sarika jumped up and, with her mouth still closed, opened the living room door. I was amazed to see mom standing there, as if she had been listening to the whole thing. I watched in amazement as Sarika and Mom kissed. Mom waved to me as she swallowed and closed the door again. Sarika came back to my side. "I just had to give your mom a little gift I promised her." She giggled, kissing my neck. "Next time, let you mom watch, ok?" After another quick blowjob, I told Sarika I had to get.