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As I slowly stroked my still throbbing pussy, my leg draped over the side of my chair, Donna asked me, (forgive me if this is awkward, but I'm not sure how else to write this). My son had fled the room, but not before I could make out a discernable bulge in his cutoff jeans. I guess I got focused for a moment on my own gratification because Donna had to prompt me. I wondered how visible my nipples might be against the white material of my blouse as I leaned into him and stood on tip-toe to kiss him, pressing my unfettered breasts against his hard body.
Through the ether of the internet, we wiped each other's tears and cheered each other's triumphs. Of course, I usually had a bra on as well as plain and functional white cotton panties. " I felt my heart begin beating a little faster as I turned from the sink and faced my son.
I was absolutely dripping wet -- my cunt cream literally pouring out of me.
I shivered and jerked as spasms of pleasure rippled though my body and a part of me wondered what my son might make of the new stains I was leaving on the cushion of my office chair.
I moaned through clenched teeth as I began to orgasm, trying not to get too loud and disturb my son who I hoped was asleep in his room next to mine.
I felt like a wanton slut as I threw my other leg over the arm of the chair, leaving myself spread wide as I plunged three fingers in and out of my pussy while my other hand feathered over my swollen clitoris.
We live in a nice, but small house in a rural area of Indiana. I shed the skirt I had worn and started to unbutton my blouse, but stopped halfway when I glanced in the mirror.