'What an invitation, so direct and confident. What a voice, like quicksilver, fervent with anticipation, as if she'd waited all her life to say those ...words. And as for the figure: undeniably feminine in build, graceful, lithe, but with maturity, a ballerina whose career had been cut short by puberty - but the change was worthwhile. Prominent 36Ds, firm and round beneath a tight black T-shirt, nipples jutting like football studs. Curvaceous hips, wrapped in impossibly-small, impossibly-tight. " My cock was starting to twitch again, when I noticed that her towel had slipped a bit and I could see the tops of her nipples peeking out, I know a guy aint supposed to be getting hard ons for their mothers, but she was just so hot, and with her trying to explain that she really wasnt a slut, well, it was just too much information for me to digest in such a short period of time. I said to her, "Mom, what was the deal this morning? You weren't still drunk were you?" She just hung her head and. I looked right into her eyes, and her back into mine. Neither of us moved until she she lifted up, held my cock, and lowered herself straight onto it. "They'll just think I'm grinding on you" she whispered. She had me powerless as I felt her slide down my cock oh so easily, and it was amazing to feel her again. She pulled herself into me as she started to ride me, and I was quickly reminded how great a fuck she was."What about your boyfriend?" I asked, as she started to up the pace. She looked. She then opened the folds of her shirt to reveal her tits which were encased in what seemed an impossibly small, half cut, black see through bra.They barely covered her nipples which in any event were clearly visible, as they were now fully erect and pointing though. The bra was indeed a size too small, Charles had ordered this, it was designed to make her breasts spill out and to make them seem even bigger then they were. sarita's breast rose up and down. She was both nervous and turned on..