I immediately moved back. She did not made any move at all. When I was going to keep the towel back to the bathroom, I stopped to sniff it & closed my...eye. “What are you doing ” -That was my mom, standing beside me. She has apparently come to toilet to wash her hand & I in my lost senses have not realized it. I again mumbled that I was wiping my face. She said “Chee, use a fresh towel, this one is wet with my sweat”. That night, I was very horny. I was thing of all the events of the day & was. I told that it’s not fair as I also played with her tits. She should at least touch my tool. She didn’t move her hand and I knew that I need to break the ice. I grabbed her hands and moved it towards my tool. It was the first time a girl was touching my tool and it was an awesome feeling.She made a grip and I started moving my hand on her hand making my penis stroke. It was an awesome feeling. I wanted to continue. But if I did that I won’t be able to fuck her. So I stopped after some time and. It wasn't just him reading me, I could read him, too. Oh, I couldn't quite influence his thinking the way he'd influenced mine, I hadn't the practice for that, this was all too new to me. But his mind wasn't any stronger than mine, and his thoughts were in my head as much as mine were in his. For a moment we exchanged mental probes, each of us seeking to know how much of the other's thoughts were exposed, and then he capitulated."You see too much already," he said—a little bitterly, I thought.. She started to remove her blouse in front of me. It was nothing less than a striptease! She removed the first two hooks but struggled to remove the others.Mom: Ah! Honey, I unable to remove the other hooks. Can you please help me unhook them?I gladly accepted and decided to take some advantage here. I went near her and put my hands in between her huge tits near the hook.I purposely acted as if it was a bit stuck and as if I was trying hard to unhook it. In this process every now and then, I was.