Yes, and Mrs. Cleft moves on to a new exercise

Tommy moans as you jerk his oozing cock. It's pointed right at your face, so you sort of hope he doesn't warn you that he's about to cum and he shoots his load all over you. His balls tighten further in your massaging hand, his thrusts into your soft palm grow more urgent.

"Yeah," you murmur.

"Ohhh," Tommy moans, "I'm going to cum..."

You're about to tell him to cum all over your face and tits when he pulls his cock out of your grip.

"Very good, Tommy," Mrs. Cleft compliments him. "That took a great deal of self-control. Now sit down and, Joy, why don't you stand up."

You pout your lower lip out at the interruption, but obey Mrs. Cleft and trade places again with Tommy. Mrs. Cleft stands and joins you in front of her son and his throbbing erection.

The older woman steps behind you and leans against you, her huge breasts pressing against your back.

"Joy, we're going to be demonstrating on you what was just demonstrated on Tommy," Mrs. Cleft rests her hands on your waist. "Now, can you lift the front of your skirt please, Joy?"

"Yes, Mrs. Cleft," you reply.

You daintily lift the hem of your pleated skirt, revealing the white cotton panties that are clining tightly to the lips of your pussy. Mrs. Cleft leans around you to steal a look at your crotch.

"Oh, excellent," Mrs. Cleft's hand slides from your waist down to your thigh. "Now, I am going to stimulate Joy through the fabric of her panties at first. I want you to watch, Tommy."

The older woman's hand finds the mound of your pussy and she begins to gently massage you.

"Tease around the lips, firmly but not roughly," she instructs her son. "You want to stimulate her, make her wet."

You moan slightly and lean your head back against Mrs. Cleft.

"I can see it's...," Tommy struggles to describe, "her panties are turning...transparent."

"Mmmm," Mrs. Cleft takes a peak, "yes, she chose well for today's exercise. As I rub and massage her pussy lips I am going to start pressing my palm against her clit."

You feel her palm push down into your clit and you gasp at the electric shock of pleasure. It becomes a warm wonderful buzzing as she grinds it against you.

"She's very wet now, I can feel her soaking through her panties," Mrs. Cleft comments. "Joy, why don't you pull them down."

You snap back from your gauzy trance of pleasure and pull your panties down to your ankles. You step out of them and flip the front of your skirt back up so Tommy can see your soaking slit.

Mrs. Cleft's fingers return to your wet pussy, massaging your outer lips while her other hand slides down your toned stomach. She begins to tease your clit with her fingertips.

"Tommy," Mrs. Cleft continues, "we can continue this exercise or I can demonstrate a different technique."