She licked her lips as she lay back and pulled a pillow under her neck and head. She spread her legs wide enough for me to see her beautiful butterfly... open up displaying her wetness and inner folds. “Now, remember where you were when you were sucking and licking my nipples and breasts just before sliding your tongue down to my bellybutton and I said wait?” I nodded as her hands wandered over her body.“Now, I want you to come here and kiss me again, then work your way down, slowly, nibbling,. Something about the way she talked to me was driving me wild and coaxing me to say more. I still could feel my inner self-filtering what I wanted to say all the extremely dirty, graphic desires.“Oh god mom, I want to cum all over your body.” “Oh, honey! You want to give your mom a cum shower?” I noticed how she kept referring to herself in the third person. I guess she wanted a bit of separation although when she kept saying ‘mom’ it turning me on even more. “Yes! I want to give you a. " She slid her top down and showed me her tits. She asked if I liked her tits. They were perfect. C cup and round and firm. I stared and said they were perfect. Suddenly she leaned over and started kissing me. I kissed her back and her hands wandered to my tits and she started rubbing my nipples through my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra and my nipples got hard almost instantly. She asked if I had ever been with a woman and I said no. She pulled my shirt up and started licking and kissing my tits. It might have been the sexiest game in the competition.I’d inadvertently put the same rhythms into their heads. Salsa is a great way to play racquetball. Lissa and I put our moves together and it was like the Argentines were dancing a counterpoint. In thirty minutes, we were tied at fourteen. We’d played match point four times. And wouldn’t you know; it was an accident that decided the game. I dove to make a return, sliding halfway across the court before I could regain my feet. Jorge came.