He goes over the top and shoots his load over his unfastened trousers. Porn sex Realising that she slips her hand across his thigh and begins to stroke is hardened prick. Mum sharpens and fights the pace on her clit, willing the elusive cum to be here now. His place is taken by another man strategically placed to take that seat. They are silently wanking and willing her. My arm is still round her shoulder. The skirt remains at her knee covering her thighs and legs. A few men passing by take surreptitious glances at Mum’s chest and one gives her the come on look. After all I suppose it must have been on her mind before she even went there. With her thighs wide open she slips her own hand down to her cunt. “Go round the corner?”
“On your own?”
“No, of course not. Why don’t we meet at the pub and discuss it there?”
“Sure Ian. With you Ian.”
I was reeling from the sheer sudden audacity in her and must have paused because she responded: “Oh Ian I’m sorry do you think that is disgusting?”
“Mum I’m sorry it’s just I am rather overwhelmed by how wonderful the idea is I just could not believe it.
