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... started on the other leg. She squirted some lotion into her hand and moved up along her calf, past her knee, and then to her thigh. She kept rubbing the lotion in small circles until, it seemed to Paul, it should have been gone from her hand. Still she rubbed. Her finger moved differently now, brushing along her inner thighs. Her head seemed to raise up and back on its own, dreamily, eyes closed. She was turned slightly away from him now, and he was astonished to see her legs open slightly. Her fingers now moved not to her thighs but to that place between her thighs - and they moved gently now, slowly rotating in a circle. She moved slightly, mouth barely open and a tongue touching her full lips. She rubbed a little faster, but her fingers were no longer moving in a circle, but moving in and out. At his angle, Paul could begin to see the traces of a patch of red hair between her legs. He felt his cock jump to life. She was mastur- bating! His mother was rubbing off, or whatever girls called it! The motions of her hands became more animated now and she took her right hand away from its place on her thigh - keeping the left one in place -- and reached up to brush across the fabric that covered her breasts. His mother's hand moved across and then back - she was touching at her nipple through the terrycloth robe! In another moment her head went back even farther and her lips were pursed as if to blow out a candle. Her right hand slid over and pulled the robe open slightly, ...

... letting it fall part way down her shoulders. Paul's own right hand went down toward his now very stiff cock and he quickly pulled down the running shorts he was wearing. His dick stood out in the night, ridged aching. He grasped it firmly and began to lightly stroke it, watching his beautiful mother. Then, all his efforts were rewarded. His mother allowed the robe to slip all the way down her arms, revealing her breasts. Paul gasped and felt his mouth go very dry. They were beautiful - far larger than he had imagined. Both were full and round with only the slightest hint of a sag to them. The nipples were pink and large, lovely against the redhead's pale skin. They were stiff, too, like Paul's cock, and she licked the tips of her fingers of her right hand and began to circle the nipple - slowly. Her eyelids fluttered, and he could her a moan. Paul felt as if he was somehow out of his body, but his hand around his cock kept him anchored. He stroked faster, but somewhere in his mind he also wanted this to go on forever. The fingers of Lisa's right hand pulled gently at the nipple they had been caressing - drawing it out from her breast in a way that Paul thought should have been painful - but it wasn't by the expression on her face. She then twisted the nipple, back arching, and her left hand began to dance faster now between her legs. She turned a bit, more toward the window, and Paul could see where her left hand had been working. The patch of red hair between her legs was trimmed ...