This wasn't the first time she had done it. She would get home after work and ask me to pour her a glass of wine. She would ask me about my day, what was going on at school, what the girls were like. I could almost see her arousal blossom as she undressed in front of me. "Come on, walk and talk," she would giggle as she waved her finger for me to follow. All the while she would leave a trail of her clothes for me to pick up as I followed behind her.
She would laugh and giggle as she asked if I still had the photos of her on my computer. I would always say yes. By the time we got to my room she would have dropped her blouse and her skirt, unbuttoning the blouse with one hand while balancing the glass of wine in the other. I always ran up to take the glass as she dropped her blouse into a little pile before reaching up behind her to unsnap her bra and shrug her shoulders like so until the straps tumbled down her arms and caught on the glass. Casually she changed hands and the bra dropped to the floor.
I got glimpses of her breasts as she walked away from me, teasing me by bending over at the waist so that her rosebud of an anus winked at me above her swollen pussy lips. More often than not her slit glistened with her own anticipation of what was to come.
She'd unzipper her skirt and step out of it. "Be careful with that," she would add, "it was a really hot day out there and I think I may have been a little damp."
I would pick it up like I always did and inhale her musty scent. My cock would tingle in kind and my balls would shift around. It was like a magic elixer that I just naturally responded to, or at least my body did.
We would return to a normal conversation between beats. It usually started with what were you up to today, before stepping into hotter and hotter subjects. "What were the girls like in your classes?" "Did you get excited? A hard-on?" She would play this mommy innocent voice as she asked if I was able to relieve myself or tell me what you did? Did you jerk off or play with your balls? And between each question she would drop another article of clothing as if rewarding me.
By the time we arrived at my bedroom she would be naked or in just her panties and thigh highs. She often laid down in my bed as she asked me about her photos as she sipped from her glass. I'd pull them up on my screen.
"What do you normally do when you look at your naked mommy fucking your friends?" she would purr.
"I usually jerk off until I cum," I would answer.
"Why don't you show and tell mommy how you jerk off as you do it?"
I would stand near my computer and drop my pants, my hard erection instantly slapping my stomach as I released it.
"Sometimes I like to touch the tip of my cock, and rub my precum around the tip to lubricate it mommy." I would reach down to touch my balls while telling mommy what I was doing. My breathing always got deeper and heavier.
"Mommy, I love to reach down an gently play with my balls, fingering that soft spot just beneath them that I love so much," then "oh mommy I'm putting my finger in my mouth to get it all wet." and then "I'm rolling my nipple between my fingers that I just spit on."
I would slap the inside of my thigh, enjoying the stinging redness that arose just after. I could see mommy start to play with her tits and pussy as she watched me slowly jerk off and play with myself. She would mirror my moves pulling and playing with her own nipples, sliding fingers in and out of her as my hand stroked up and down my dick.
Mommy would smile at me and comment, "Ohhhhhhhh, that looks like it may have hurt a little." when I spanked myself," or "Oh, that feels nice," as she fingered herself.
