Recent Blog: MIKE IN BRAZIL MIKEINBRAZIL.COM again slid over close to Jason on the couch, her full breasts weaving and bobbling with her movement, her thigh pressing against his, her rate of speech escalating with nervous excitement. "I really do appreciate how awkward it would be for you to have to masturbate in front of me. I can't imagine what I was thinking! How silly of me. My, my. I just don't know what I must have been thinking, suggesting that my daughter's boyfriend play with his thing. What kind of a hostess am I? What would Martha Stewart say about this? Really, it was very thoughtless of me. Here, let me take care of it for you." And, with that compelling, albeit pressured, speech, she reached over, pulled his hand away, and grasped the young man's hard cock in her own hand.
He gasped at the feel of her hand on his cock, she gasped with the feel of his cock in her hand. "Yes, yes," she whispered throatily, "this is much better."
"Yes, ma'am," Jason had to admit.
"It's so much nicer to have the feel of a woman's hand on your, um, well, penis, isn't it, Jason."
"Yes, yes, absolutely, Mrs. Johnson." He could not agree more.
"Well, you just sit back, my boy, and let me handle this for you."
It did feel so much better to have a woman's hand jerk him off rather than doing it himself. It was perhaps odd, how different it did feel. It was, perhaps, like tickling. You couldn't really tickle yourself, and you can't really stimulate yourself nearly as well as someone else's hand will provide, and this was the hand of an experienced, older, and attractive woman, a woman with her naked boobs spilling out of her blouse, now shaking and wiggling with some agitation as she stroked his cock. "Oh, Mrs. Johnson, I don't think it's going to take too long."
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