Mom continuously answered "yes" to all of my questions and never ceased her dry humping of my hard c**k. Her face was now fully flushed and I could feel her p***y juices beginning to leak onto my g-string. Knowing that Mom would not make the first actual move, I sat up a bit and cupped her cheek gently as I gazed into her eyes with an expression that declared that I was in charge of this situation. Holding her gaze with my dominating expression, I could see and feel Mom's whole body begin to submit to me.
Still holding her gaze, I stroked my thumb against her cheek as I declared, "I think we should change positions, Mom. Why don't you slide off the bed onto your knees."
Without argument, question, or hesitation, Mom quickly slid herself backward off my lap and onto the floor on her knees
