"C'mon, Myrna...," he pleaded, "open your legs..." Not yet...," she told him."You can touch my dick if you want," offered Dylan. "I don't mind." I fig...red you wouldn't," Myrna replied."You wanna?" he asked."'kay," she answered.Dylan got up in the bed on his knees and unfastened his belt. Myrna watched as he pulled his jeans and shorts down. His erection sprung out. She'd never seen an erect penis up this close before and she couldn't take her eyes off it."Go ahead," he coaxed her. "Touch. I selected a matching yellowbra and bikini set from the lingerie and a pair of suntan stockings. Therewas a pair of cork-soled wedge sandals, which would go perfectly.I sat on the padded bench, which was conveniently located in the closet,and rolled the new stockings up my legs. The stockings had elastic in thewelts and were made to stay up without garters. I pulled the panties inplace and tucked my clitty securely between my legs. I cupped my breast inthe bra and fastened the two hooks behind. I hoped the bitch was suffering!Once Barb was getting pounded in the ass the other girl and her guy settled down to work on their sex lives and things got boring. From the closet it looked like a badly made porno movie and it was all I could do not to come out of the closet screaming, "Enough already." The more I watched Barb the madder I got, but it got worse, or maybe better - it all depends on how you look at it. The other girl finally said that she had to get home before her husband got. The orgasm seized me completely, my diaphragm denying me breath.At last my son’s body collapsed on top of me. I could feel his deep, rapid heartbeat in my belly. My body relaxed and I inhaled as though I’d been held underwater. My body quivered as the orgasm continued to drive me. We slowly recovered together. I pet his hair and rubbed his back, which was covered in a sheen of sweat.He raised his body and looked at me, his face looking for my reaction. I smiled at him. “Thank you, baby.”.