Her breasts smashed against my chest as she pulled me down and kissed me attentively on the lips. She looked at me with those big eyes and sweetly ask...ed “Do you like that, Doug?”Instead of answering, I pushed my pelvis forward so she could feel my hard cock on her flat, tight stomach.“MMMMMM, you do don’t you? Well you should really like this.” She put her hands behind my head and pulled me down for a hot kiss, her tongue entering and exploring my mouth. I could not believe this. My own mother. Those minutes took ages as I listened intently for the shower to turn off across the hall and when it did I sat back on the bed where she had left me as if nothing had happened. She came back in to the room, hair up in a bun with a white towel that ended just under her ass cheeks, holding those perky tits up so that bunched up to form some nice cleavage, barefooted with clean white painted toenails on the soft carpet of her room. She locked the door behind her and came over to me, sitting on my. I was feeling a little heated, when mom came into the room. I actually said a silent thank you. Flirting has a way of being fun and dangerous. The danger is probably why it is fun.Mom and Simon left for dinner and a movie while I sat in front of the TV and stuffed myself with ice cream. I had a huge craving for ice cream. I had resisted it right up until Marin left on his trip. I knew it was late when I woke but not how late. I checked mom's room to see if she was in before I went to my old. So Mister Splashy gets dish water splashed on his chest, and a soap-fight ensued and when it was over we were both covered in bubbles all slippery and wet, rubbing our bodies against each other, and then kind of kissing. It was then that I noticed he had a lazy one going on down below and for some reason, I wanted to touch it in the worst way. I just wanted to feel it, you know, all hardening and slippery from the soap. I was a goner from that point on. His dick got very hard and he started.