InterconnectingChapter 12 free porn video

I made the mistake of opening Dad’s latest chapter while enjoying a cup of Costa Rican blend down at the local coffee house ... a BIG mistake! There I was with a raging hard the whole time, and when I tried to get away to the bathroom, I noticed that a huge wet spot had materialized very conspicuously on the front on my khakis. Just my luck!

Using my computer bag as a strategically-placed shield, I was able to make it to the restroom, but all attempts to expunge the mark of indecency were for naught. The best I could do was carry my bag awkwardly in front of me the few blocks home, where I could enjoy the remaining part of Dad’s addition in unencumbered naked bliss.

As expected, the resultant load produced by edging for a full hour and a half was both copious and physically draining. As I lazily cleaned spunk off my torso in a post-orgasmic stupor, I was suddenly startled by the electronic beeps of an incoming Skype call. Quickly noticing that it was from the person who was to blame for my current state, I instinctively accepted, prepared to give props to the instigator.

Instead of being greeted by Dad’s familiar mug, I was shocked when it instantly became clear that he wasn’t the one placing the call. Rather, Mom’s smiling, and then very confused, face stared back on the glowing screen in front of me.

Time slowed to a crawl as I stared at her, unspeaking and slack-mouthed for at least a few heartbeats ... my tissue-holding hand in mid-wipe of my cum-streaked chest. I could feel the blood of embarrassment rushing to my cheeks, reddening them as darkly as hers were also becoming.

“Oh! ... Looks like you at a bad time,” she apologized ... her expression eventually changing from one of shocked surprise to bemused understanding.

“Whoa! I ... I ... Wasn’t expecting you to be calling,” I finally blurted out.

“Well, your Dad said that I could use his computer to ring you up, so I took him up on the offer ... But maybe I should have just emailed, huh.”

“No ... no ... I was just...”

“I know what you were doing, dear...” she said knowingly. “And by the way ... ummm ... you missed a spot,” she coyly observed, pointing to her collar bone.

Sure enough, a pearlescent droplet had escaped my feverish (and feeble) attempt at a coverup. All I could do was roll my eyes, feel the sting of a deepening redness on my cheeks, and wish that I could evaporate into thin air.

Mom compassionately broke the palpable air of shame with one of her famous chuckles. “Don’t worry, darlin’. We’ve all been there, done that ... I mean, during our little get together a few months ago, I’m sure you’d agree we all got to see each other in a completely new light, right?”

“Sure.” I replied, wiping the offending spot and letting my mind wander through some of the more memorable scenes of that experience. “I guess it was just the shock of seeing your face instead of Dad’s that sent me into panic mode.”

Her brow furrowed a bit. “So it’s not embarrassing for your Dad to see you in this condition?”

She had me. Why would it have been OK for Dad to see me like this? “I guess it’s a guy thing,” I finally explained.

She just shook her head. “Hmph ... I’ll never understand you boys,” she confessed with a rye grin, trying to wrap her feminine sensibilities around the crude morality of male bonding.

“Anyway, darlin’ ... the reason I’m calling is related to an embarrassing situation of my own connected to our trip down to the Padre Islands,” she began, with a shift in tone.

“What’s that?” I replied, feigning no knowledge of the incident.

She smiled. “It’s sweet of you to pretend not to know, Charlie ... but your Dad told me that he already spilled the beans.”

The problem was I didn’t know how many of the beans he’d spilled. Specifically, had he mentioned showing me the video of Mom and his best friend Jack getting it on? Just to be safe, I went with the assumption that she didn’t know.

“OK, ya got me,” I confessed. “He told me that you guys ran into Mr. Jack and Ms. Kitty while y’all were down there and things got pretty hot and heavy.” As that sentence left my lips, I recalled the video image of Mom on all fours being serviced by Jack’s horsecock. My own spent tool instinctively throbbed to life under my desk.

“Yeah, you could definitely say THAT ... The thing is, darlin’, I’m not exactly sure what your father told you, but I just wanted you to know that it was just a fling ... nothing serious ... Just two old married couples enjoying something on our bucket lists.”

“Well ... from what I heard,” I began with a chuckle, “it sounded like Dad may have to update that bucket list. It sounded like Ms. Kitty couldn’t hold a candle to you.”

She smiled. “So he told you that, huh.”

“Yeah ... I seem to recall the phase ‘fucks like a dead fish’ somewhere in his description of the experience,” I assured her, slightly embarrassed by the language I used.

She giggled uncontrollably. “Well, at least now I know he won’t be looking to whet his whistle at that trough anymore,” she beamed.

“And how was your experience,” I asked, finding the courage to press her for details that I hoped would be explicit in nature.

Mom smiled coyly sensing that. “Well, I’d have to say that things were definitely more pleasurable on my end.”

“And what end would that have been?” I asked, surprised that I had mustered the courage to pop the question, which dripped with double entendre.

“BOTH ends, if you must be nosey,” she snapped back with a broad smile.

“Way to go Mom!” I croaked huskily, as my heart thumped in my throat hearing her honest reply.

“Sugar, I may be old,” she grinned, “but I’ve still got needs ... and talents, if you’ll recall.”

“Oh, trust me ... I can attest to that.”

“Your father certainly does a hell of a job keeping those needs satisfied, but just for once, I wanted to cut loose a little after 50 years of marriage.”

“So was it worth it?” I asked intimately.

“Well, let’s just say that Mr. Jack had quite a bit to offer,” she said, holding up her hands to indicate Jack’s degree of endowment. “It definitely took some getting used to, but after that ... I’m happy to report that I was able to enjoy ALL that he had to offer.”

“Should I be expecting any half-brothers or sisters in the coming months?” I teased.

That got her laughing. “Let’s just say that your father would insist on a paternity test should I start getting morning sickness,” she retorted, indirectly confirming that she had indeed been seeded by Jack.

“And how did Dad take seeing you in that compromising situation with his best friend?” I asked, my mind still fixated on the video image of Mom’s sacred hole dripping with another man’s load.

“Well ... once he got past the excitement of the whole thing ... I think he felt a bit jealous,” she confessed. “And just to keep him honest, I intend to use that to my advantage every now and again ... especially when he gets too full of himself or takes me for granted. I’m sure a few well-timed comments about my experience with Jack will knock him down a peg or two,” she laughed.

“Yeah,” I agreed, “it’s good to have that in your back pocket.”

It was great being open and honest with Mom like this. It was our first “real” conversation since my visit with Erika to the farm, where things got VERY intimate. Unfortunately, that intimateness soon transformed into awkwardness after that visit ended, and Mom and I seemed to find every opportunity to avoid talking deeply about it. I thought maybe this might be a good time to discuss it once and for all.

“Mom...” I began hesitatingly, not knowing exactly where to start, “I’m sorry that I haven’t done a good job of communicating with you since our visit to Texas. I guess ... I guess I really didn’t know how to talk about that experience with you ... But I just want you to know now that it was great being so open and close with you guys. I’m glad we had that chance to see each other in a new light, and I hope you feel the same way ... I mean, it was pretty raw, but...”

“Definitely raw...” interrupted Mom, “but also real ... and honest. And I feel the same way about it that you do, darlin’. No regrets ... no regrets at all,” she said, smiling warmly. “Feel free to talk with me about anything ... and I mean ANYTHING, Charlie ... Take it from me ... you’re father is not the only ‘sexpert’ in the family,” she said with a wink.

My cock throbbed once again, releasing a droplet of warm precum, and my mind raced, thinking how wonderful it would be to talk with her in the same way I’d been doing with Dad.

“Well ... since we’re being honest, Charlie... , “ she continued, looking somewhat embarrassed, “I thought it would also be a good chance to let you know about something else.”

“What could it be?” I wondered excitedly. “Could she be sleeping around with other guys? Did she finally realize that she’s really a lesbian? Was she really pregnant with Jack’s baby? ... OK, maybe not that last one, but WHAT?”

“The thing is... , “ she began, “I’ve been following that story that you and your Dad are working on.”

My mind froze for a minute. So ... so ... it wasn’t just between Dad and me? She was in on it, too?

“From ... From the beginning?” I asked.

“From the beginning,” she confirmed. “I hope you’re not upset dear ... It wasn’t your Dad’s idea ... I caught him working on his first chapter one night and asked him about it. At first, he just said he was working on a story of his own, but I could tell he wasn’t being completely honest with me. After a bit of persuasion, told me what you guys were working on ... Like I said, it wasn’t him ... I kinda dragged it outta him.”

Knowing that Mom was privy to everything that Dad and I had put together was instantly shocking ... but as I dwelled on it ... also intensely arousing. She had been an intimate spectator in the fantasy world that we had created from the get go.

“So you read all of the chapters?”

“Well ... your father and I have this thing where he writes something and then reads it back to me for feedback. And then when yours comes in, he shares that one with me, too. Let me tell you, darling ... those are bedtime stories that I ALWAYS look forward to.”

Hearing this, my mind raced trying to recall exactly what I had written, but it was all a blank. The only thing I could focus on was the fact that my mother knew exactly the depth of my sexual perversity ... and that was a mind-numbing revelation. I guess the blank look on my face made this known all too well.

“Sugar, before you say anything, I just want you to know that I think you boys did a wonderful job putting that story together ... It is what it is, and you shouldn’t feel a bit ashamed about it ... Like I said,” she continued, “hearing it straight from you Dad’s mouth is something I look forward to every time. It never fails to light a fire...”

“Well, I’m sure Dad has been reaping the benefits of that, eh...” I retorted. “Have you tried your hand at being a contributing editor at all?” I queried, curious about the depth of her involvement.

“Well, since it’s all about fantasy ... I’ve been adding my two cents when I feel something can be improved ... In fact, you may be surprised ... but it was my idea to have fictional Charlie ... How did your Dad put it?... ‘mark up’ fictional Mom before having them finally consummate their relationship ... I thought it would put the two men on equal footing, seeing how your fictional Dad had done the same thing earlier ... You know, I just wanted to show Charlie as Dad’s equal ... and to show that the two had similar sexual predilections ... Did that work for you, darlin’?”

The words came haltingly. “Yeah ... yeah ... that was really ... It definitely had the desired effect.”

“Oh ... and that dialogue between Charlie and Mom while they’re going at it ... that was all me, too ... Your Dad thought it would be more authentic if I put it together.”

My mind quickly raced back to that scene, trying desperately to recall exactly what was said, but it was all a blur. All I could remember was that it was so real ... so smoking hot ... that my cock had leaked a precum fountain as I read it.

“Really?! ... You put wrote that?! ... That part almost had me shooting my load before the grand finale,” I blurted out.

She smiled warmly. “Glad to know it had that effect on you, darlin’ ... To be honest, it had the same effect on your father ... We ended up doing a bit of roleplay to get the feeling just right as I typed ... Dad sat here at his desk and I was able to enjoy a little lap time. Let me tell you ... it made it hard to concentrate,” she laughed, “but we finally got it done ... And when fictional Charlie finally reached his orgasm, it wasn’t long before your Dad followed suit.”

The image of Mom typing away as she rocked on Dad’s stiff prick flooded my mind. I couldn’t help but stroke my own fully-revived cock under the desk as the thought lingered.

“Man, you guys really throw yourself into your writing, don’t you,” I finally croaked.

“I think we make a pretty good team,” she replied proudly. “Too bad the other half of YOUR team isn’t here to help you with that...” she added, glancing downward and grinning. “Has our little conversation put new life into your little man?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” I admitted somewhat bashfully.

“Mind if I get a peek for old time’s sake?”

I guess it was the way she said it, but I didn’t hesitate a bit ... I stood up, revealing what I had been playing with out of sight during the majority of our conversation.

“Well would you look at him! ... Long time, no see ... It’s definitely been a while since I’ve seen you in full form like this,” she observed, as my taut, purpled head glistened and the shaft ticked with each beat of my heart. “Oh look, and he’s even crying for me.”

Anxious to show her the full extent of my excitement, I wrapped my hand firmly around the base and pulled up, causing a veritable rivulet of clear, warm precum to spill from my puckered tip.

“Wow! Just like your Daddy!” she complemented. “Well, I bet I know someone else who would like to see this,” she announced unexpectedly ... and with a push of a button on her keyboard, I was greeted by my wife’s face sharing the screen with hers!

“Hey baby!” Erika announced with a huge smile. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

I was dumbfounded as both of the women began to giggle hysterically. I sat down as quickly as I could with my cock in “automatic emergency deflation” mode. “Wha ... What’s going on? ... Erika ... Have you been on the whole time?”

“Sorry to surprise you, babe ... Yeah, I’ve been here the whole time ... Your Mom and I thought it would be a fun gag to play on you...”

“Oh reaaalllly ... So wait...” I said, mind racing a mile a minute, “so ... so you know about ... everything?”

“Your secret little story, you mean?” she replied with a smug smile beaming from her face. “ ... I sure do.”

“So you’ve known from the beginning, too?”

“Well, almost...” she confessed. “Your Mom told me about it a little later, but I’ve read the whole thing ... You guys are doing a great job, Charlie. I’ve definitely been enjoying each chapter as much as your Mom has ... Reading through each one reminds me of our time at your parents’ place ... and, of course, the wonderful gift you gave me then,” she added, rubbing her pregnant belly. “Sorry I can’t be there to help you out like your Mom has been doing with your Dad, though,” she said, mugging for the camera with a little girl pout.

“Yeah, that IS too bad, darlin’,” Mom agreed. “With you in your fifth month, I’m sure your hormones are raging and ready for some playtime with Charlie, right.”

“Oh definitely! I can’t WAIT until next month, when I go to Seattle to stay for good ... This separation has been killing me!!”

“Me, too, babe,” I chimed in, still in shock with the whole situation unfolding across my computer screen. “Believe me ... next month can’t come soon enough.”

“So why don’t you show me just how ready your are, sweet,” teased Erika. “It sounded like you were right on the edge before I interrupted you. Didn’t it, Mable?”

“Well, his juices were definitely flowing pretty good there, darlin’,” Mom beamed proudly. “Go ahead ... be a gentleman and stand up and show your pretty wife here what’s she’s been missing these last couple of months.”

Looking at both of them eagerly staring back at me, it didn’t take me long to relent. “Alright ... alright ... whatever I can do to appease to horny ladies,” I teased, standing erect, even if my cock now wasn’t.

“Hey! That’s not what I remember seeing a minute ago,” Mom crowed, as my cock dangled in front of me. “Where’s that fighting form, soldier? ... Hey Erika, maybe he needs a little encouragement. Why don’t you show him what HE’S been missing these last couple of months.”

“Good idea ... Maybe this’ll help,” she replied, seductively unbuttoning the front of her shirt. “You’ll be happy to know they’ re getting bigger everyday, baby.”

A definite pulse shook my cock as more and more of Erika’s newfound bounty was revealed with the uncoupling of each button. To my surprise, she wasn’t encumbered by a bra

“Looks like he noticed,” Mom chimed in, as I began fondling my balls.

After what seemed like an eternity, Erika finally asked, “Are you ready to see the twins?”

“Definitely!”

And with that, she slowly peeled away her shirt entirely to reveal her full breasts in all of their glory of pregnancy. She smiled as she wiggled her torso, causing them to jiggle for my enjoyment.

“Oh my, dear! They are looking magnificent,” Mom complemented. “It looks like Charlie’s eyes are about to bulge out of his head!”

It was true ... I just couldn’t stop staring at her beautiful tits, which had grown considerably. Even her dark brown nipples had changed ... her areolae increasing in size and her nipples plumping as well.

“Are they are large as yours yet, Mable?” asked Erika unexpectedly.

Without skipping a beat, Mom answered, “Well, let’s see, darlin’” And she nonchalantly began unbuttoning her own blouse. In a flash, her pink bra was the only thing standing between her bosom and my riveted eyes.

“Just a second dear, Papa Bob is almost more of an expert at unleashing these puppies than I am,” she laughed as she fiddled for a moment with the center clasp. “There!”

The final gate opened, and her large motherly breasts, capped by two petal-pink nipples spilled forward from their confines.

Another pulse rocked my tool, and I was well on my way to a full raging hardon.

“Looks like you’ve still got me beat,” conceded Erika, examining my mother’s ample bosom.

“Oh darlin, don’t you worry ... Just wait until your milk comes in ... You’ll have a rack that you won’t believe,” Mom assured her. “And then you’ll have a hell of a time keeping this guy away from them.”

“What a view!” I said huskily as two pair of gorgeous breasts filled the screen in front of me. As I ogled, the women took the opportunity to give me a bit of a show ... collecting the soft flesh in their hands, caressing them, squeezing them together, and tweaking their nipples until they stood at full attention ... just like my straining cock.

“There! Looks like his little soldier’s finally joined the party, Erika.” Mom observed.

My hand migrated up from my balls to the base of my cock and I gave it a good squeeze. As my tip flared taut, a clear jewel of precum gathered at its lips. I swirled it around the head with my thumb until the whole thing glistened.

“I sure wish I could be there to take care of that for you, babe,” Erika cooed, stretching her nipples as she did. She let out a deep, wanton sigh.

“Get undressed, babe,” I ordered firmly, as I slowly stroked my cock for both women to see. “Mom ... you too.”

Both women smiled at their respective screens and wasted no time heading the request. I watched them intently as they peeled away their clothing piece by piece, until they both stood before me in all their naked glory.

“Oh Erika ... you look wonderful,” Mom exclaimed. “I wish I could be there to rub that big tummy just once.”

“I’ll give it a rub for you, Mama Mable,” smiled Erika, caressing her large, smooth stomach.

“Hard to believe that Charlie was right here, just like that, all those years ago,” Mom reminisced, rubbing her own taut stomach, “ ... such a strapping young man, now.”

“Well ... I’m pretty sure the milk from those beautiful tits got me off to a good start,” I winked.

Mom chuckled, holding each breast as she puffed her chest out, presenting them to Erika and me. “The way your father goes at them, you’d think they were still producing.”

“I think he goes at them like that because they’re gorgeous, Mom.”

She smiled at the complement.

“I agree, Mable,” Erika chimed in. “I sure hope I look as good when I’m your age,” It was clear that both women were thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to ogle the beauty of the other and play the role of exhibitionist.

“And speaking of beautiful ... I can’t wait to enjoy yours, babe,” I said, turning my attention back to Erika. “Those nipples look so delicious ... The baby’s gonna have to fight me for them,” I laughed.

“Don’t worry, love ... I’ll be sure to give you your fill,” she assured me. “And of course ... I’m expecting to get my fill of that thick toy in your hand, “ she growled. “Why don’t you bring him a little closer?”

I quickly obliged by dragging the computer monitor closer to the edge of the desk and angling it as best I could to fulfill her wish.

“Oh yes ... There he is ... That’s much better.”

I gripped the base tighter, causing the precum droplet at my slit to grow and slowly spill down the underside of my shaft.

“Oh and look at him crying so much,” Erika cooed.

“It’s all for you, babe,” I assured her, knowing full well that my mother certainly had a significant role to play in my current condition.

“Well then ... Why don’t you remind me just what my sexy toy can do. It’s been soooo long,” she suggested, caressing her full tits seductively as she said it.

“You heard the little lady, Charlie ... Give a couple of horny ladies a little show, darlin’,” Mom concurred, subtly tweaking a pert pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

I couldn’t help but smile at the invitation, and my cock grew even more rigid in my hand.

“I’m all for it,” I announced, “but I think a little reciprocation is definitely in order.”

The women both smiled. “What did you have in mind, love?” asked Erika.

“I’ll play with mine, if I can watch you play with yours,” I said succinctly.

Mom chuckled loudly, “Hell ... I was planning on doing that anyway!” Wasting no time, she seductively raised her right leg and slowly placed it over the desk chair armrest. She did the same with the other leg, until she was spread-eagle before the camera. For the first time since our encounter at the farm, I had a full unobstructed view of Mom’s smooth, blushing slit.

“Long time, no see, eh Charlie?” she teased, slowly caressing it and using the fingers of one hand to open her meaty labial doors to give me a view of her swollen clit and the already-moist treasures behind them.

“Still looking good,” I managed to croak, as I instinctively stroked my cock.

“Definitely looking sexy, Mable,” I heard Erika concur. “Looks like your little girl already enjoyed some playtime today ... Am I right?”

I hadn’t initially noticed the ruddy, swollen “used” look of Mom’s pussy, but being a girl, I guess it was pretty obvious to Erika.

Mom laughed. “Well, you sure do have good eyes, little lady ... Yeah, Papa Bob was feeling pretty frisky this morning, so he took good care of her,” she confessed, running her middle finger up and down her trough, moaning slightly as she recalled her morning romp.

“Ooooh, I’m soooo jealous!” Erika conceded. By this time, she had reclined her desk chair slightly to provide more space for her pregnant belly and placed her feet atop the computer desk, giving us a fine view of the smooth pouty lips at the juncture of her thighs. “I guess my little girl will have to wait another month to enjoy that kind of attention,” she sighed, her hand drifting down to her own hairless crotch to play with the chestnut brown petals framing her unsatisfied quim.

“Poor darlin’” I heard Mom say consolingly, as my eyes darted back and forth between the two enticing images side by side on my computer screen. What a lucky dog I was!

“Well,” I heard her continue, “at least she can enjoy a little long-distance playtime now, honey ... Why don’t you go on and show Charlie just what he’s missing.”

“I’d be happy to,” she cooed, and began to squeeze her tit with one hand while the hand at her pussy began circling her hooded clit. “Aaaahhhhhh,” she moaned in clear relief.

“That’s it darlin’ ... warm that little bud up good,” Mom encouraged, mimicking Erika’s movements and finding her own clit just as sensitive as her daughter-in-law’s. A deep purr vibrated in her chest.

“Feels soooo good, doesn’t it, Mable ... Did Papa Bob take good care of that for you this morning?”

“Oh, he sure did, darlin’ ... Licked this little bud real good,” she confessed, as she washboarded it quickly and then slowly rubbed it in firm circles. “That man sure knows how to eat pussy.”

Mom’s blunt critique of Dad’s oral skills echoed in my mind as I began fondling my balls.

On the other side of the screen, Erika had begun to earnestly milk her tits as she diddled her clit ... pinching and pulling her nipples to what seemed like their limits.

“That’s it, babe ... stretch ‘em out good ... get ‘em nice and hard,” I encouraged while increasing the pace of my strokes.

“Mmmmm ... it feels so good, Charlie ... I wish you were here to enjoy them, baby,” she cooed.

“Oh, I’d suck ‘em so good for you, babe ... Then I’d get down between those fine legs ... down to that sweet pussy and eat you out good.”

Erika smiled. “That would be sooooo gooood,” she whispered. “Oh baby ... can I finger myself?”

Hearing her ask for permission was so sexy. “Sure baby ... Is she good and wet?”

“Oooh ... she’s plenty wet,” she assured me, swirling her juices across her labia to prove it.

“Then show me what you can do with that tight pussy,” I growled.

I watched spellbound as she slowly slipped her two middle fingers past her vaginal ring and buried them past the first knuckle, then the second, until she bottomed out at the third. A deep moan escaped her upturned mouth.

“That’s the way to swallow them whole, darlin’,” chimed in Mom. “Mind if I give it a try?”

My heart, already racing, was now beating in my throat as my own mother asked my permission to finger herself.

“Show us how it’s done.”

She smiled, collected both breasts in her left arm, squeezing them tight, and proceeded to slowly plunge two fingers of her right hand into her well-primed cunt. “Mmmmmmm” she hummed as her fingers slid further inside and she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling completely.

“That’s it, Mom ... work ‘em in there ... now show us how you play with that g-spot,” I suggested.

A wicked smile grew across her face. “Ooooh ... that’s momma’s specialty, darlin’,” And with that, she wasted no time rubbing her embedded fingertips quickly over that magical fleshy area of her pussy wall. A look of complete ecstasy crept across her face as slow, delicate movements eventually morphed into a wanton stroking of her aching inner node. Within a few minutes, she was doubled over, brow furrowed, mouth agape ... jabbing at her quim at a jackhammer pace. All the while, I was treated to the moans of an older woman in heat overlapping with sloshing sound of a very wet cunt dripping through my computer speakers.

“That’s it, Mable ... Get that cum out of there,” encouraged Erika, who had stopped pleasuring herself to watch the show being put on by Mom.

Instead of stopping, I continued fisting myself as I watched Mom writhe under her own stimulation. “Thattta girl, Mom ... Show me how you make that pussy sing,”

“Oh shit, darlin!” she grimaced as her fingers continued to work their magic. “Your daddy ... he fucked me good this morning ... hhhh ... hhhh ... but your old mom still has a cum to give ... watch her sing, baby ... watch her sing ... OOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUCCCKKK!”

Erika and I watched in amazement as the orgasm that had been building finally erupted inside her. As it did, her legs shook uncontrollably and her stomach muscles contracted in synchronized spasms. She continued to howl and whine as she bucked and rode out the relentless waves of orgasm that crashed through her body. All the while, I noticed her fingers remained embedded, gently teasing her spent g-spot of the last of its addictive sensations ... each hidden movement causing her body to twitch a bit more.

Panting for breath, Mom threw back her head and rested a minute ... then, slowly ... reluctantly ... she withdrew her talented digits, clearly glistening with her warm juices. She began petting the outer mons of her satisfied snatch in large circles, painting her entire crotch with her musky perfume.