I wasn’t wearing underwear, and knowing Trin, she wasn’t either. As she rolled over she looked up at me to say something and saw that I wasn’t w...aring any. Trin stuttered as she saw my bush and I smiled at her. I’d known for a while she wanted into me, and this was my way of teasing her. For her faults, Trin tried to be very polite, and felt ashamed she’d even seen what she did. It had been seven long years since I’d thrown out my drunken boyfriend and two since Trin’s husband had died. I’d. My dad was a workaholic and sometimes used to go to business meetings for months together. So mom used to be alone mostly. And I had college. So she was used to being lonely. But I guess all the loneliness does take a toll on one’s mind. And it certainly did so for my mom.Z had come home for his vacations and he was going to stay with us for a couple of days. Dad had gone abroad for a business trip. And I had college.So it was just him and mom in the house. I hadn’t realized it at first but a. ” She’s there.I keep my fingers in her ass but let go of her cheeks and slip my own left hand down her ass to her secret place. Her cunt is wet, and getting wetter. It takes no effort to push three fingers into her drooling box and I start churning them around in the slick warmth. She breathes out loudly and sucks in more air.Ah-h-h-h. “Is it good, Babygirl,” I whisper.“Yeah. It’s good!”“Say it again,” I insist.“It’s good. Really, really good!” she moans.“Good Girl,” I reply.With her cunt all. Or in a bra and panty set. I fantasize him catching me jackingoff wearing Emma's pink dress.My fantasies flow: I'm Katie the pervy baby tearing one off in my diaper.I'm in the diaper and the girl's school uniform in class pulling onmyself while Monsieur Gatineau is going on about "avoir" or some shit.I'm in Dodger Stadium with a full crowd, dressed in my Mom's sexy blacknumber and getting my diaper changed by Mr. Owens.I come again in the diaper.Focus returns. How could I want this?.