Diana reached out toward his crotch. Will you beat your meat for Mommy?”
Jimmy’s Adam’s apple was running up his throat like a monkey up a tree. Milf sex Hummm? Can you get your rocks off now?” Diana insisted on knowing. Then he tightened his grip and frigged harder. Her son stared at her, unable to keep his eyes off her voluptuous body in her semi-transparent negligee, glancing furtively up and down between her swollen nipples and her bushy vee. He gave himself a slow push-pull. Her nostrils flared gently as she breathed in the fevered fumes of his cock and balls. His eyes registered disbelief. Despite the boy’s shame, his willful prick refused to recede or diminish, standing in a long, thick tower above his bloated balls. Diana took the edge of the sheet and lifted it up, peering under it at his loins. “I thought maybe you’d like to stare at my tits while you did it, darling.
