‘I would love to be able to do that. What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?’ ‘None I’m afraid. Music, the Ballet and Billy Waggledagger... well all literature really, that’s me. Boring I suppose.’ She laughed at the use of the comic name for England’s renowned playwright. But she disagreed. ‘No it isn’t. All my husband talks about is his successful sales, and how important he is to Sunrooms. Now that is boring. Music makes the soul sing, and Shakespeare? Well Shakespeare is so full of. I quietly left my hiding place and walked slowly behind. She was so engrossed in the scene below and the heat of her pussy she did not notice me lift up her dress behind her and my hand joined hers feeling her soaking wet pussy. She gasped as she realised I was there and allowed my fingers to take over- She was so wet and open that 4 fingers did fill her completely and she leant forward and opened her legs. " I want all your fingers so I feel like that mare" she said. I obliged by tucking my. Mom seemed to enjoy fucking most when she was sitting on top of him with his cock up inside her. One night I watched and I almost laughed out loud. Mom was shoving her pelvis back and fourth and moving up and down on Dads cock like a mad women. She was moaning and carrying on something terrible. I heard her say Ohhhhhh god ohhhhh baby I love your cock it makes me feel sooooo good. She kept it up for almost twenty minutes before she fell over on Dads chest. The next morning I told him that I. Linda pulled my cock out of my shorts and started to stroke it. I was so hard, that was the first time a woman ever touched my cock. And it was a woman fingering her pussy inches away from my cock. She stroked me slowly and pointed my cock right at her pussy. I came in two seconds, my thick sticky cum shooting onto her fingers and pussy, I thought I would pass out. I put my cock away and she went to clean up just as her son walked in the door. Weeks would go by and I was hoping another hand job.