Locking the door behind me, I lay on my bed thinking about what I had just seen. The more I thought about it, the wetter and hornier I became. I slipp...d my hand down my yoga pants and under my thong, and started to rub my wet, aching pussy, thinking of him.After a couple of minutes, I pulled my pants and thong off of my hips and started to masturbate. Before I knew it, I had stripped completely naked and was fingering myself vigorously to the thought of my son’s large cock pounding me. I. Traces of last nights make up just the wreckage of my bestefforts."Good morning beautiful," he said. "Can we have breakfast?" I really need to get home," I said, with genuine regret. I wassupposed to be on the job by 8:00 and it will take me at least 45minutes to drive home. Then at least an hour to shower and get my faceand hair in order." Wash up here. I'll call for room service," he suggested. "Coffee andDanish pastries." He took to the phone while I took to the shower.I was not too. I then sat back on my heels to look at theprize before me. While slowly rubbing my dick with myright hand, I reached out to caress moms left thigh andhip. Oh fuck… if she only knew what her little boywas doing to her while she was supposedly safe andresting at her son’s home! I then pulled and twisted some of mom’s longer pubichairs. I guess she’s not the type to trim or shave THATpart of her. But I had the time. I got out of bed andreturned from the bathroom with my. Probably for both of us. His moans and sighs as the eye shadow was deftlyapplied were quite sexual. And I thought he was going to have an earlyperiod on the third coat of mascara. My God, what was going to happenwhen we got to serious makeup?I saw what he looked like, with just a light makeup, hair still incurlers. I almost wet myself.Control yourself, girl! The hair do was yet to come. (Get it? To come?Sorry!)Through out this womanly process, Jim had set very still and with an airof expectancy.