... he saw his mothers hand slip t her
thigh, then slide stealthily between them, he watched in awe as her
fingers gently bent back and forth, he knew what she was doing but
couldn't believe it, couldn't believe his luck, his mother was
touching herself up, and he was witnessing it, it suddenly became
very more interesting than the movie.
watched his mother fingers slowly pressing back and forth against her
pussy, pressing her dress inwards as she applied the pressure, then
slowly, as if not to be seen, her legs slowly opened, this was
fantastic, far better than any film, far better than anything he
could think of, his heart was racing, his breaths coming in short
gasps, he placed his hand on the very prominent bulge in his trousers
and squeezed, he looked at her face again, her mouth was open as
usual, then he saw her bite her lower lip, saw her eyes close, he saw
her body jerk slightly, he looked towards her lap, her legs were
wider now and her hand was pressing harder, the stretching of her
dress showed that, then he saw her rise slightly from her seat, there
was a soft, barely audible grunt from his mother, he smiled knowing
she had come.
she was still in her heightened state of arousal, as her body still
endured the feelings of orgasm, bart made his move, with a swiftness
and deftness of a cat he moved forward and slid his hand right up his
mothers skirt, he felt her fingers...