She giggled, some ... to try to lighten the mood, I guess.“I’m sorry mom” I said softly. I was finally all the way in the bag but now my cock wa... pressed against the soft, firm left cheek of my mother’s ass.“Don’t be silly. It’s my own fault that my sleeping roll got washed away and who cares if we don’t have clothes on. You don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before. Right?” She was still shivering badly.“I guess you’re right.” I said. I ran my hand up and down her arm and shoulder trying. I warmed up by gently rubbing her clit through her panties. Before long she was wiggling, and gently rolling her hips, rubbing herself against my hand.Once she began whimpering, like she did when she was really turned on, I slipped my hand into her panties. Since she was already warmed up I skipped the preliminaries and went straight to it, plunging a finger into her slick pussy.I had to give it to her, she didn't take long to get hot and wet.Every time I ever got into those panties she was. No screams, just whimpers and soft moans of pleasure. I continued to rock into her as she thrust back and forth as well, the two of us in perfect rhythm. My hands massaged her breasts as she reached back and played with her own clit, hurdling towards orgasm. Finally, with a deep thrust, she came. Her arms wobbling, she fell face first onto the bed, still thrusting to and fro on my dick. I, however, had yet to cum. I rolled her over and began to thrust deep and slow as we now fucked missionary. He was quiet for a time, not thinking about anything, absentmindedly sipping his drink. Then he found himself thinking about her again. He realized he missed her and wanted to be with her again. ‘I better call,’ he thought, reliving her very uninhibited appetite. He slid off the barstool and headed for the phone, pausing to adjust himself, for he was now sporting an erection. It took him several minutes to locate her number. He had to empty his wallet of all its contents and sift through tem.