One of the benefits of this kneeling position, for me at least, was that I could look at my dick sliding in and out of a woman. As I made my first out... stroke, I took those saliva moistened fingers and lightly touched mom's clit, fully exposed by my motion. Well that brought someone back to the bed. Mom gave a nice little jump, checking clitoral reflexes is a lot more fun than tapping someone on the knee with a rubber mallet. It didn't take ten strokes on my part and mom was sopping. I was using. Her pussy had small lips that were puffy and a deep pink in color. Even from where I was sitting, I could see the dampness between them. She extended one finger from her right hand, placed it on her swollen clit and began to move in small but quick circles. Her breathing was becoming shallow and I could see her face getting a bit flushed. A few more seconds passed and she asked me in a soft, deep voice, “If you’re gonna cum with me, you better get started, because I am not going to last long. On a table. With wine being licked from every part of my body. (Behave yourself D’aunne!) It was considerably darker now, and as my eyes adjusted to the new lighting, I saw three people standing atop a strange stage: an amply endowed female of motherly age, dressed for the night’s occasion, a younger man standing handsomely next to her in full formal attire, and another man in front of them with a head mic upon him. The woman was quite sexy, and I found myself drifting into past readings of. I held onto the small kid and felt his own tongue begin to respond to my probing. My tongue darted between his lips. My tongue was long, and when it forced it’s way past his tonsils to caress his throat, he fought down his gag reflex and opened his mouth wider, until his lips were outside of mine. Is still pressing deeper into his tiny throat and he felt like his lips were stretched to their limit. It was an incredibly erotic sensation.Now I came on top of him. After a while, I guided the tip.