If that's what you want, Mom." It is," Mom whispered, though we were the only ones home. And with that, her hips pushed forward and her pubes strained... against the cotton material that, though they didn't reveal as much as the lacy, black ones months before, still disclosed much, and my mind filled in the rest. "You make me so happy, Jon," Mom's voice returned closer to normal but in a throatier version."But at the end of the summer, right?" I said.Mom's brow furrowed. "The end?" Yes, we'll need. I guess the last time mom had worn it she was a bit slimmer, but it made her look undoubtedly hot. As she turned around to pick up her phone, my cock stiffened in my jeans as I noticed how the dress hugged her plump, juicy ass. Even though I was happy for her, that she was finally moving out after the divorce, I was totally turned on by how hot she looked, and felt a little jealous of the guys that would be getting a look at her. As she left, telling me to order a pizza if I was hungry, and not. Changing CDs and talking on the microphone while this beautiful, half naked woman scratched her long nails up and down my jeans. Her hand squeezed the growing bulge, then undid the buttons on my fly. I felt her hand was cold of the glass she'd been sipping from as it slid along my erect cock. She smiled as she pointed out I wasn't wearing underwear (hence button fly). I had to pick the next song and awkwardly I leant to the CD case trying to keep her hand inside my now, very tight jeans. As. I dropped to my knees and put my mouth close to it. I licked it under the head and then rolled my tongue around the head. I could hear the guy groan with pleasure as I slid my lips down to the bottom.Then I bobbed up and down on it for what seemed like a couple of minutes. With each stroke, I realized more and more that I loved doing this. Maybe it was penis envy, (something more than my pecker) maybe I realized I was gay, I wanted to finish this guy off, but he pulled out and walked out of his.