While one hand is kept busy stroking him, the other leaves his body to pull up her tank top so that her heavy breasts are pressing against him, the hard nipples poking him in the back. Her shirt is mostly off, so she directs her attention to the button on her shorts, unfastening it and pushing it down over her hips until it pools at her feet.<br/><br/>She's shorter than him, and feels decidedly female against his masculinity. She gently bites his back, excited by the feel of her son's body against her nearly naked form, as well as by the fact that his bedroom door was open. Anyone could have walked past; anyone could have seen them.<br/><br/>Reaching for his hand, she moves his arm back and presses his fist against her wet cunt, trying to pry his fingers open to splay against her hairless and sopping wet mound. "Yes, they do, baby, and maybe you can help mommy too. I'm so very horny." She rocked her hips slightly, thrusting against his fingers to urge him to fuck her with his digits.