“Mom, get out of the shower.” She looked up dazed, a bit confused, and paused for a second in her self-pleasuring ministrations. I looked up at her to make sure she was fully under my spell. Xxnx I find it all so wickedly delightful even more so since I am not a statuesque blond beauty, like my older sister, Christine. Go ahead, give the soppy cunt a good fingering!” I hammered away on mine as my mother now closed her eyes and became fully engaged in fingering deeply and lewdly the floppy folds of red gash. As I sat at the kitchen table chewing on a piece of toast and sipping a glass of orange juice, I debated my move. “Mommy, this tastes so good.” Jessie reached down and slid her finger back into her inflamed cunt. This is what she had always wanted—even in the
