My Best Friends Mother 1

He went right for her shorts. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but Mom was uncomfortable. Her body was tense and her breathing was accelerated. James was touching her pussy through her shorts, or so I thought. He pressed himself against Mom, her breasts squeezing against him and his hands becoming more tense. He moved them up and down. Mom was a little embarrassed, but she didn’t say much.

“There, there, I need to ensure everything’s okay,” James whispered. Mom’s breathing quickened. Her eyes were closed and her body was shaking.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can’t help it.”

“It’s okay, just relax, I need to make sure everything is okay.”

James kept whispering and rubbing her pussy. Mom’s body was tense and her breathing accelerated. “Take off the top too, let’s do the breast exam while we’re at it,” James said, pushing his hand deep inside her, Mom yelped and covered her mouth with her hand.

She did not move and I could see the pain on her face. But she didn’t fight it. She didn’t try to stop him. She just let him do what he wanted. He took her hand and pushed it down. Then Mom began to remove her top, and little by little I could see her delicious white skin coming into view, those supple and soft bags of flesh that I had once feasted on.

Mom took off her top, as usual, the bra wasn’t there. The pink nipples, hard as pebbles, looked like the cherry on a huge white cake. A delicious cake filled with cream that I could eat all my life. Unfortunately, the hands that were squeezing those melons weren’t mine. James used the hand he was busy with down and squeezed her tits. As hard as he could. His fingers were wet, probably from being inside her.

Mom’s body reacted. Her body jerked and her breathing quickened. Her hands were clenched over her mouth. She tried to keep quiet, but it was hard. She moaned. It was a moan that sounded like a groan. James continued to massage her breasts. He kept pressing his fingers into her flesh. Mom’s body shook.

James leaned over and whispered something in Mom’s ear. Mom didn’t answer. James repeated himself. Mom’s eyes opened wide and she looked at him.

“James, no,” she said.

“Yes, Susan,”

“I, uh, don’t think it’s necessary, at least not here.”

“Yes, it is, if we don’t control it regularly, it will spread like wildfire.”

“No, I’m fine, the treatment is working, the virus won’t spread,”

“I’m a doctor’s son, and my dad taught me a lot, and he’s a specialist in this field, it’s dangerous.”

“But,”

“It’s your son and husband, you have to be careful, what will happen if they catch the virus, the cure won’t work, we have to take **** measures,” James whispered.

“But honey, no, no, please, it’s not right, not here,” Mom shook her head.

“If you don’t want your family to get infected, you have to,” James said.

Mom pleaded, but James was not listening. He pulled out his cell phone and showed her something. Mom looked at the phone and her eyes went wide.