"His c**k was hard. No sheet covered him." Her other hand was between her legs, rubbing her p***y; the wet sound bathed my ears. "She watched him sleep as she m*********d in the hall. He wasn't huge, but he sure wasn't small."
"He didn't wake up?" I asked. I leaned forward, took off my T-shirt, then raised my hips and slipped off my briefs. Mother and son, naked and excited, on that deck, a drizzle of warm rain falling. "Did she c*m?"
"No, she slipped into his room. She wanted to kneel, take him into her mouth, taste his climax, but that was too reckless." She bent over and laid her panties on the deck next to my briefs, which she picked up and held to her face. "She left her wet panties and took his briefs -- the ones he put on just before bed. She went back to her room and m*********d,
