With his fingers wet from you they glide along your lips and back to your clit. This time the wetness of his finger sends a tingle thru you. As your b...dy shivers, his thrusts hard into my mouth. I gag at first, then relax as his cock fills me. I keep working his cock, while his mouth is on your nipples and his fingers slide deep in you and his thumb rhythmically rubs your clit. As he'd played with your clit, your moans let him know when he's doing it right and he keeps doing it. Your hips grind. I think it's obvious that at least some part of her loves what I'm doing to her. For one thing, she totally walked away Aunt-Suzy-style just now, slowly and with an extra sexy swish of her hips. Sweetness! I could see drops of pussy juice sparkling from across the room and fresh rivulets running down her thighs. Also, she held that dress at her side so much that she had to be doing it on purpose. She was walking that way just so I could enjoy it!Although his dick still needed relief, all in all. I took the elevator up to the eleventh floor figuring if I saw light coming from underneath and heard voices I'd knock, otherwise I'd assume they were asleep. As I approached the room it became apparent that there was a couple in the throes of making love, nearing that magic moment. As I turned from the door I heard something that took me off guard.....clapping. Yes, the sounds of people clapping.I turned from the door and walked back to the elevator area to regain my composure and then walked. " I'm sorry, Mom. I wanted to make love to you ever since Dad showed me that boudoir photo. I guess I just let my male hormones take over. I never considered how my lust might make you feel."She kissed my chest, "Gosh, you're so sweet, Baby." Her fingers began to trace trails through my chest hair. She hesitated and then spoke, "If I asked you a question would you answer me honestly?" Sure, Mom." You said your father gave you that picture?" He did. Why?" I'm not stupid. I think your father.