“You see her don’t you? You see your mom doing this,” D said no longer in a whisper.
In my aroused state I began to talk back to the questions that were asked of me.
“Tell me, Randy, you see her. Tell me.”
“Oh… Yesss,” I huffed.
“You like it don’t you? You like feeling your mother grinding her body against yours.”
“Oh. D. Yes. Oh. Yes.”
D had gotten me extremely excited again. And then she stopped and I felt her stand up. I opened my eyes and saw that mom had taken her place. My heartbeat quickened as I felt mom rest her body on my lap and our eyes met.
“Mmmomm. Nooo,” I spoke, but my body wouldn’t listen to what my mouth said.
“Shhh, honey. I want this too,” Mom replied as our crotches touched for the first time. “It’s only a lap dance. And I want you to be my first.”
“Mom. Oh. It’s wrong. Ohh God,” I said as Mom ground her mound against my dick. I could feel my own mother’s heat from her pussy as it slipped up and down my stiff shaft.
Her chest was only inches from my face and I couldn’t take my eyes off her perky tits as her nipples pressed hard against the thin material.
“That’s it, Ronda. You’ve got it. You’re doing it. He’s getting excited. I know that look. He’s wishing to see more of you,” D said as she stood right behind my mother.
“You want to see these, don’t you Randy? You want to see your mother’s beautiful breasts.”
I could only nod my head ‘yes’ as my body raced with feelings I never felt before.
D reached the tiny laces that held the top on and pulled them free; I was awed as the tiny material fell away and Mom’s perky tits jiggled in front of me.
“Oh. Fuck. Oh. Fuck,” I groaned as my lust built like never before.
“Touch them, Randy. Touch your mother’s breasts.”
“D, what are you saying?” I heard mom ask, as her hips kept perfect time with the music.
I reached up with both hands and grasped at my mom’s wonderful breasts. They felt so soft in my palms as my hands kneaded and squished them. I heard mom moan and her hips moved faster.
“Oh. Yes. That’s it, Randy. She likes it too. Harder, Ronda; push harder into him. Like this,” D said as her hands went to my mom’s hips and forced her down tighter against my steel rod.
D was helping mom grind tighter against me as we both moaned and groaned to our fast approaching climax. I felt my sperm building again as I toyed with mom’s firm breasts. Then something unexpected happened. I felt my pants being pulled off my body. D was tugging at my legs and removing the only material that separated my cock from my mother’s lightly covered mound.
“D!” I yelled.” No. I Don’t have.” It was too late. My dick was now sliding against the slick silky fabric of mom’s tiny panties. I looked up at mom and her eyes were closed and her breath heaved. Her hips went faster and her moans were louder.
“Oh, Randy. Cum for me. Cum for mommy,” my mom pleaded as she ground firmer against my exposed flesh.
“That’s it, Ronda. Move higher; let his dick touch your entrance. Push down harder while you slide down,” I heard D say as I watched her hands slowly go to mom’s sides. Her fingers toyed at the laces that kept the tiny G sting in place. Mom did as D said and pushed down harder as she went back and forth.