What if he touched her pussy? Surely that would be the end of our explorations? Surely touching her pussy is too far! In any case, I didn't want my co...sin touching my Mom's pussy. "Don't worry," Dan whispered back to her, "I'm not taking this too far." Looking down, I saw Mom holding Dan's hands inside her towel over her mons. Dan was only moving his fingers, presumably combing them through Mom's pubes. After a while, I felt her relax, and she brought her hands up to caress my hair while I. Once they arrived, she wasn’t entirely sure whether she was pleased or disappointed it hadn’t happened.Her Place: JamesBy the time we got to her condo, she was moaning, and couldn’t keep still as she fingered herself. I told her to stop, and give me directions. She swallowed hard, dropped the shirt out of her mouth, then directed me to the underground garage, and gave me the numeric passcode. I drove down into the garage, and pulled into a visitor’s spot, where we parked.I turned to her, and. The fluctuations of my mind, the whole day, produced one good effect: which was, that, through mere fatigue, I slept tolerably well till five in the morning, when I got up, and having dressed myself, waited, under the double tortures of fear and impatience, for the appointed hour. It came at last, the dear, critical, dangerous hour came; and now, supported only by the courage love lent me, I ventured, a tip-toe, down stairs, leaving my box behind, for fear of being surprized with it in going. It was sad when your eighteen-year-old son gave you more pleasure with a kiss, smile and the best hugs she'd ever felt in her life, than her husband did in twenty years of marriage. "Do you like what you see?" she asked with a very big smile, enjoying his young, lustful eyes roaming over every inch of her forty year old body.He managed to pull his eyes off her hips and smiled. "Oh yes!" he smiled slowly walking towards her. "In fact," he rubbed his chin and looked straight to her already.