My son Manuel

Dan spread his legs wide and stroked himself faster and faster, reaching between his buttocks with his other hand and pressing the sex toy deeper inside himself. I realized that I had reached under my skirt and was rubbing my clit through my panties in time with him. His eyes squeezed shut, and I realized that he must be about to come. His hand was a blur on his penis. Suddenly he groaned “Yes, Oh yeah Mom!” and squirted semen all over his smooth chest. Jet after pearly jet shot out of the end of his engorged penis, forming a big pearly white puddle right in the hollow between his pecs. I couldn’t stop masturbating, even though I knew he was watching me now. He dipped his index finger into the pool, scooping up some of his ejaculate, and brought it to his mouth, licking it off like some savory sauce. My knees shook as I orgasmed. I left the cookies, and hurried out of the room. I went up to our bedroom, where I played the whole episode back in my minds eye, masturbating myself to another thundering O.