I couldn't help oozing cream all around my son's groping fingers, and when he slipped a finger into my wet hole and started pumping me I nearly cried out.
"We can't, baby, we can't," I whimpered.
"Yes, we can," he insisted. "I can't stand it anymore. It drives me crazy knowing you're just across the hall from me trying to c*m just like me, and I know you want more just as much as I do."
"f**k," I muttered, but it got lost in an explosion of fireworks.
There was a flurry of explosions that went on for the next couple of minutes, and Jacob kept pumping his finger in and out of my p***y. His c**k felt so big and hard against me now. I reached behind myself and felt that rock solid bulge through his shorts. He groaned so close to my ear as my fingers explored his big, straining organ. I co
