Mom's hand moved over my thigh. My c**k twitched. I could smell mom's excitement in the air. "So, you hear your mother c*m?'
I put my hand behind mom's neck, pulled her closer. "Over and over, and over."
"I am very needy. So, what do you do while you listen to me getting f****d?"
"I masturbate, c*m. Sometimes twice."
Mom's hand moved to gently grasp my c**k. "Did I cause this?"
I lay on my back, my left arm under her neck. "Yes, mother."
"But I'm your mother."
Mom gently explored my erection. I sighed. "Yes. That's why. I know it's wrong, but I don't care. After all, what happens here..."
Mom lay there touching me, not m**********g me, just caressing. She took a deep breath.
"Warren, I have a favor to ask."
"I'd do anything for you, mom."
"Would you move between your mother's le
