All she knew was she wanted to touch herself and work herself up without coming, just ride the swell above orgasm for a while, as she'd done on many o...ccasions after John had dropped her back at her dorm and her roommate slept just a few feet away. When Heather was in a very heightened state she could play with herself for a long, long time, sometimes holding off her climax for a half hour or more. She'd work herself up and moments before orgasm she'd slow her fingers or remove them altogether. .was...umm...a very...umm...naughty thing to do." She was blushing and looking down into her coffee."Well..." I began, but couldn't think of anything else to say. What I wanted to say was, "Maybe it was naughty, but it was a helluva lot of fun, Mom!"At last Mom turned her big brown eyes directly upon me and asked softly, "Do you...umm...despise your wicked mother?" What!" Such an idea would never have occurred to me. "Despise you? My God, Mom! I--I love you more than ever! How could I ever. I had experienced them before as I jerked off a few times. I kept fucking her. Then I started getting the feeling that I was going to cum. I just couldn't stop or pull it out since it felt so good in her. I felt it shoot out as I spilled my cum in her. I started pulling it out then but she told me to do it some more. So I did. Then mom got up and started walking through the house. I pulled it out. She must have got something in the other room and went back out on the porch and sad back down in. Look at that woman in the green top for instance. She’s too old to dress that way don’t you think?’ ‘Well, I’d think so, but I have to admit she does look good and she has to be at least forty.’ ‘I was going to guess older than that. At least between forty and forty five, and there she is in heels, shorts, and that…I guess you’d call it a top.’ ‘I feel like we’re suffering from culture shock. Like we were in Africa and the women were going down the street topless carrying baskets on their.