Pete kept his hands on my n*****s as he talked. "I love your body Sam. So, mom talked to me. Feeling for me. Telling me I'm a great person, just not understood. She knew she told me later, that her robe was opening, and I could see both her big breasts and the top of her shaved s*x. My c**k never went down and by then was pitching a wet tent in the sheet. Mom moved a little and put one leg up. Now I could see her p***y. Open, and very wet. She put her hand on my thigh, stared right at my b***r, and said. 'I'm sorry I interrupted you. You'd probably like to finish.' I was freaked. Mom patted my thigh, a little higher. 'It's okay Pete. Everybody does it. I masturbate every night and every morning. Sometimes in the bathroom at work too.' Mom's fingers grabbed the sheet and slowly slid it down
