But when
she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it, I got over my
embarrassment. I
knew my Mom was home alone. She asked me if I was still horny. But
she seemed to know how to prevent that by varying the
pressure and movements. As we
looked at the bare boobs and butts we each rubbed our own cock
through our pants and had good erections. It was 1963. His
mother asked what we were up to and we told her “nothing”. I was touching my own cock and her sex
at the same time. I have recieved a request to tell the
rest of the story as they say. I pulled almost out of her and then slid back in hard. I didn’t know how so she took my hand and
placed on her pussy. When I left his house I saw his Mom dialing the phone
to talk to my Mom. I said no I hadn’t.
