" His voice was eager now. "I am. My wife is out shopping at the moment. So are you going to strip for me now? I need to see you doing it little girl.... Show me what I love to see."She was giggling again. I could hear her moving about. I slipped the bedroom door slightly ajar. I wanted to see what she was doing for him."Touch yourself," he commanded. "For me." As she slipped her dressing gown off I saw she was nude underneath. Her hand went to her breast."Jesus dear one. Oh, god. My nipples are. I glance up with my eyes and she's covering her mouth, shaking, her cheeks red and the area above her breast flush with blood as her heart thrums. I relax, and let her calm a little before standing up to kiss her, her eyes intense, her breath ragged.She slithers down off the bench onto the floor, eyes level with my cock. It's not so hard now, because giving head is hard work, but it's still not relaxed. She rubs my tip across her lips, wet from her own juices and my kiss, and I'm raging hard. She arched her back, trying to force more of her flesh into his mouth. She felt his teeth nip at her and stiffened. Stan murmured, ‘Sorry,’ around her nipple, but Anne told him shakily ”S okay. Just not too hard. Oh, God, just more, more…’ Stan was happy to oblige. He didn’t think he’d get her to climax like this, but she was obviously getting worked up. He began teasing the nipple on her free breast, pulling, pinching lightly, and twisting just a little. Anne again arched her back, soft moans. We kissed for minutes. Mum opened my zipper to free my cock and wrapped it as if she wanted to check if it was still there after all those weeks where our jobs had bound us to stay at our places. Tongues wrestled in mouths and mum slowly started wanking me. As we split she said: “Now I really have to pee. I saved it all the way from home. You must be hungering for my juices so much my slave.” her voice stayed motherly as she pressed me down onto my knees slowly. And I truly felt like a baby.