Then she remembered how hard he was when she pushed him away and she felt a small satisfaction knowing he was probably just as frustrated. She let one hand slip under her short dress and into her skimpy panties. Her p***y was even wetter than she thought as she stroked her fingers along her tender s*x lips and remembered the feel of her son's c**k pressing against her body.
She loved what he'd told her about the way getting hard for her reminded him how much he loved her. It was hard not to giggle about it, not knowing if it was romantic or just plain perverted. She decided it was both, and that idea appealed to her in a way she couldn't explain.
With medium length blonde hair, Janice was growing uncomfortably close to forty. Although she wasn't going to be mistaken for a college girl, s
