She would come home at late times when she was certain I was sleeping. She was wrong most of the time though.It was clear to me why mom was always out... so late. She was a bombshell... Her attractive aura was so massive that it had enchanted me long, long ago. There was no denying how hot my mom truly was. Early on in my life, when I had first discovered masturbation, my mom was what got me off. I just couldn't help but fantasize about her. I often found myself judging other women based off how. I slid it up and bumped gently across the hard little nub at the top, her hand tightened on my forearm, the nails digging slightly as she raised her hips seeking to press harder. I wasn't having it and deftly moved up and away before circling back and slipping once again inside. I was amazed at her wetness. It seemed she could coat my fingers faster than I could work the wetness around tender mound. I worked a finger in and out in a fucking motion and she began to thrust her hips to the timing.. I stood there in front of her, my hand clamped over hers while my erection was in her face. I released my grip on her but she continued to hold me. "Suck on it honey."She never looked away from the object of her interest. I saw her open her mouth a little and pause, then she took me into her mouth. She was wet and warm in a way that could only feel good, I could feel her slick tongue just under the head of my penis. Pretty much she was just holding me in her mouth but it felt good; I nudged. Since Bud’s sexual appetite had been slaked for the moment I decided this would be a perfect time to try a taste of that sweet little pussy I find so exciting. But first I want to spend a little time enjoying her sexy little body.I pulled her up and into my lap and began to gently explore her hot little body. She remained impassive at first. For the longest time she sat without changing expression or showing any sign that what I’m doing is having an effect on her. I’m more interested in.