Deep down she already knew the answer.She sat on her son's bed and waited for him to finish his shower. When the water shut off and he finished drying... his hair, her heart began to race again. Nerves kicked in and her hands began to tremble.Dylan entered his room wearing a towel around his waist, and saw his mother sitting naked on his bed."Mom," he gasped in surprise. "I didn't expect to find you here." Should I leave? If I'm invading your personal space, then let me know." No, you're not. I'll. "I was wearing my thinner pants and she suddenly reached into my lap and after a second of searching, she found the right place, eagerly started rubbing my button."I gasped for it felt strange and good at the same time. I did her harder. I rubbed her harder and faster as she did me the same. This time I'm sure she orgasmed. It felt good as I gave her pleasure, while she gave me the same. She sighed and moaned into my mouth, which I also liked. And in case you need to know, I didn't cum. It felt. An idea occurred to me and I smiled at the thought as I dried off, then patted my lodger dry, too, before going into my work room. I made clothes as a hobby and had a male and a female manikin. I carried the male to the side of my bed and dressed it in a pair of baggy joggers that my husband rarely wore. Then, taking the cock, I stuck the suction cup to its groin and pulled up the joggers. What a sight: a naked muscled torso and a huge bulge in his pants. My imagination went into overdrive as. The Captive tried to cross his legs but succeeded only in pointing his knees at each other. Madame Wanda’s derisive laughter echoed around the chamber.“I’m the best in breed, you know, and here I am with a frightful little commoner for company,” breathed Wanda into his ear.“I’m beautiful aren’t I, almost flawless. Wouldn’t you love to kiss these full red lips,” said Wanda, licking his cheek and tasting a mix of cologne and moisturiser. The Captive shakes his head obediently, fear and excitement.