Slowly I brought my second hand near the boobs and pressed her boobs. She saw angrily at me, but deep inside was also wanting to have sex. Then I bent...my head and kissed her head.Then I kissed her lips, and I was pressing her boobs. I was pressing her ass from the back. Your mom’s ass and boobs are very soft.Me:- You look very sexy, and you have soft ass and boobs.Your mom:- You like it, then press it hard.Me:- Why didn’t you wear a bra?Your mom:- My husband (your father) doesn’t satisfy me. So. He asked me whether I masturbate frequently. I was hesitating to discuss about this kind of topic. But he insisted to reply. I accepted that i have masturbated a few times. He offered me mutual masturbate as a more pleasuring event. He removed his shorts and underwear and showed his cock. He slipped his hand into my shorts and take out my cock. It was stiff hard by then. He watched my cock like as if he is watching 8th wonder of the world.He curiously said, yaar itna bada lodda tu to ladki ki. ..It was her fingers and hands Iimagined bringing me to an ecstatic climax.Then I soaked and dreamed about what the future might hold now I wasfinally untangling myself from all that had happened to me.Towelling off, I realized that I hadn't even thought of the scar whenI had been touching myself. I looked at myself in the mirror, andcaught my breath. For a moment, just a second, I couldn't breathe. Butit was a fantastic feeling. Even though the scar was there, I didn'tsee it. I wasn't marked. No filter required.”He groans.“I get what you meant. I feel like a slut.” He gasps as I apply pressure on the plug. “I didn’t know it’d be possible to be this aroused.”I straighten up and yell a silent thank you at the ceiling. As I glance Jordan again, he’s clammed up. I’ve promised him a spanking; this time, I use my palm to make his butt cheeks blush. After a total of ten strikes, I open the straps and force him to face me. Right now, his interest in my cleavage is the by-product of his.