She stares me down and I start into her beautiful green eyes and give a little sly smile.She then gets on her knees and reaches to me and pulls of my ...shirt, and then goes down to the button my jeans, the drop down and I step out of them. My dick is already hard at this point and the head is sticking out of the slit in my boxers. She then pulls down my boxers and stares at my 7 inch penis, and a though hits me I don’t have a condom!I mention this to her and she shrug’s it of and goes, “I’m on. Sucking one fingertip at a time she slides her tongue along the full length of her fingers, so as not to miss any of the sticky fluid that coats them. The smell of her man arouses her senses; she can feel the center of her sex heat at the memory of how his essence has ended up covering her body. From the tips of her aching breasts to the slick entrance of her swollen and aching sex, the evidence of his desire coats her flesh. The damp tips of her fingers drift down her body, lingering on. A tall and bald security guy stood by the door."Excuse me, where do you think you're going?" He asked sternly."I've got backstage passes!" Avril argued.The guard took a quick glance at the passes and nodded. "Alright go on."Avril made her way through the door and the narrow hallway. She could hear voices and laughter. She knew they probably had groupies back there but she didn't care. She just wanted to meet the guys from the band.She walked by one room and a few Aerosmith band members were. Mom stood there, her breasts still exposed as she held my dirty clothes waiting for the towel. I slowly wiped up my fresh cum as she watched intently. Her face was still flushed red and her nipples were very swollen. I threw the cum soaked towel at her, landing on her breasts as she scurried out of my room.What I didn’t know at the time was that mom licked and sucked my cum off the towel as she fingered herself to a knee weakening orgasm in our laundry room. Seeing me masturbate all the time.