Helen had her eyes barely open, so that Mark assumed his mother was still sound asleep. Helen wondered what he was up to. Her fingers were still wet a...nd enmeshed in her hairy pussy, keen to renew their frantic mission.Mark remembered that his Mum always threw her knickers on the floor beside her bed before putting on her nightie and going to bed. Many a time Mark had observed Mummy's worn knickers lying by her bedside and had been swept away on an erotic thought. Most mornings he would retrieve. He was at the point where the pleasure was so intense he had to experience the doubled pleasure of each additional stroke. He has experienced some pleasure stroking himself while some of his older friends had encouraged him to "beat his meat" with them, but until now he had not understood the pleasure they were experiencing. He had not witnessed an ejaculation before and didn't understand what exactly would happen, he just knew that he had to experience the next level of pleasure that would. .. I know better ... unless you’re 75 and nearly blind.But ... there are a few words that can make the obvious indication shrink, like... “If that thing touches me ... I have a sharp knife ... and I’m not afraid to use it.” Or... “I thought they were bigger.” Or... “Isn’t that supposed to get hard? It is?” and then giggles ... or belly laughs.All she said was, “I need my sleep and my bed doesn’t smell right.” She rolled over ... taking the covers ... and my pillow.I thought about it for a. I kick that door down with all my strength.Yeah chick! Get it! You’re going to get slammed!She looked so innocent, but she’s in heat.Pinning her up against the wall with force,I easily lifted her up voraciously, biting on her delicate neck,And informing her how incredibly stiff I am.My heart is racing! I am getting so wet, and I Am dripping already, saturating my pink lace panties.What will he do next. I cannot resist him.I’m not so sure if I want to. Oh God take me!Will he see how bad I want.