...........My mother is thinking, and saying the following.........Oh , I know my son likes sex as much as I do, oh I got so wet looking at him in the...shower, I have also heard him with one of his young girlfriends having it, but there is one more thing about this and my son and me that many near us do know about, and that is that my young 18 year old son has been flirting with me for weeks, I am 43, my husband left me ages ago. Not wanting to have any more additions to my family I had my tubes. She was so close to orgasm...all it would take was hitting her g-spot one more time while thinking of the long and talented tongue of her former roommate, Sarah. She looked down her body, her left hand gently mauling her right tit, the turgid nipple being rolled and squeezed between her long fingers and thumb, with her sports bra bulging over the intrusion of her hand. The impossibly long expanse of lightly tanned skin between the crest of her tits and the top hem of her dangerously low riding,. There was a real minute of silence between us. Then I saw her face again and she was like giving a “soo, that’s it.?” face. Now after these one or two minutes I was completely back to my senses with the silence, and more importantly with Shalu being with her “completely accepted” face.Now as I was sitting on the seat I leaned on her and she gently pulled my head and made it rest on her breasts, sidewards, as if consoling me. In few seconds as I lifted my head of wanting to please her with love. My heart started pumping faster as I contimplated what to do next. What if she woke? What if she didn't? …. I shook her arm a little to see her reaction and realized she was passed out. Slowly I moved the material back from her breast exposing it. I couldn't believe it she didn't move. Her breast was right out in the open now. I admired the shape and the purpleish nipple. I pulled back more material revealing her other breast and was in heaven. The tenshion was unbelivable as my heart raced.