"Do you like my thigh highs, Michael?" So stunned, he couldn't even complete the sentence as the sexual attack on his senses overwhelmed him. "I-I-um-...I-I-well-I...." I grabbed his hand and put it on my leg. "Go ahead, son, feel Mommy's stockings." He obeyed, obsessed, like a kitten with a string, by the silky feeling. I moaned, "Mmmmm, Michael, your hand feels so nice on Mommy's legs." A moment later, I put my foot back down and jumped up onto the kitchen table. He looked at me and watched as. Its Vibrating Massage Action (that promises complete comfort and relaxation on those when you just dont want to get out of bed.) kicked in and sent shivers up Jens spine. She spread her legs further and wrapped them around her little son, feverishly she ground her hips up and down the underside of little Tommys five inch swollen member. The combined effort of both parties succeeded in freeing Tommys cock from its confines, springing free its full length rubbed up and down Jens soaked crotch.. "Sure Honey, come on in." I answered. In a way, I was disappointed.She entered the room. She was dressed in a new nightgown and it was quite see through. Just what I needed, another view of a hot teen body. I hoped she wouldn't notice the excited condition of my groin.Her areola and dark pink nipples were clearly visible on her freckled breasts. Her auburn hair covered mons was prominent also. I had to concentrate to keep my gaze from lingering on those features."I just wanted to thank you for. Tim takes it in hand and, as he thrusts in and out of her, wanks Abbie’s clit as he bangs her.With final gasps from both of them, together, they both blast out their fluids. Tim’s up in Abbie deeply. Abbie’s all over their mons and stomach. Both are laughing from part exhaustion and part from the sheer thrill.They quickly clean each other, change, Abbie fixing her hair and makeup, and are on their way to the Wilde Peacock just before seven. Moments later, they walk into the Peacock to join.