Your dark hair, cut short around your head, slightly longer towards your mouth. I’d say I’m jealous, but I’m not, not really. I want to stare at...that face, memorize it, have it stare back at me. Is your mouth different than a man’s, smaller I’d guess, lips fuller, softer, warmer maybe? Do you know tricks I never learned, different movements that you will share with me, make me tingle as much as I feel when someone touches my pussy? And your body. I wonder what it’s like to massage your. I slowly climbed off of her lap and moved down to the ground. I sat on my knees in front of my mothers legs. She looked down at me with so much lust in her eyes. It made my heart pound and my pussy drip. Sliding my hand up the side of her leg under her skirt. My fingers tingled against the feel of her stockings. I then moved my hands down her legs and began to pull off her black heels. I loved how classy she looked in her business suit. Once I had her shoes off, I reached back up into her. " I don't"She looked sharply at me, almost in accusation. "When I woke up this morning, I found my fingers in my cunt. I rushed to your room and found you in this state. I didn't dare wait a second longer, in case Lynn or Shell were already up. They both like Saturday morning cartoons." Oh." I didn't press the issue. Instead I raced to the bathroom.I was pouring last night's soda pop into the toilet when the real shit hit the fan."OH MY GOD, MOTHER!!!" Rodney called from below. His exclamation. " We've been jamming for three hours," said Erin, "no wonder my fingers are protesting." I hate to be a wet blanket," said Tiff, "but we need to be going as tomorrow beckons. This evening has been wonderful." Yes, it has," added Melissa. "I'm not sure who suggested getting together but it was a great idea." I think we ought to get together more frequently than we do," said May."We keep reminding our family members to take time to breathe," said Conan. "We don't set a very good example. Recently.