Mum jumped in. Well pull over it’s only fair. We all laughed. Mohammed looked serious, do you want me to. I put it forward that if we stop I can hav... a quick toilet break. The beer had gone through me. Mum replied, yeah why not, I can have a peek then as she nudged Mohammed. Mohammed drove on for a few more minutes and pulled over in a lay by. He didn’t look nervous at all, seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was. We all hoped out of the car, I walked off to the recycling bin and went. The fucking devil in me had a tight grip around me. He advised me to grab my GoPro and hide it in the bathroom and hit the record button. The recorded footage would be a nice jerk off material.I grabbed it and placed it such that it was recording the entire bathroom space. My mom has poor eyesight and everything is a blur without her spectacles. So she would not discover it and I hoped she wouldn’t. I slowly crept out of the bathroom and went into my room lying in wait.My heart was pounding. Seven stories of kissing. In my room, the lights are off save the gentle glow of the corner nightlight. Her shirt is hooked in the front, her skirt is hooked on the side. She has a little trouble with my belt, and I push her gently back on the bed. I kiss each nipple, and gently kiss down to her delicious pussy. She so sweet, so wet. And so fertile. So ready for my cum. But not yet. I taste, and tickle, and lick, and gently suck, until she wraps her legs around my head and moans into a. "Please sit, I'd like to read to you." Her breathing rapidly increases and she slowly walks to the table and sits. I pull up a chair and sit facing her, our legs scant inches apart. I open the book at one of the slightly creased pages where she was reading and slowly begin to recite the powerful words. The effect on her is startling. She shuffles forward, causing our knees to touch, and leans on the table, her hand gently brushing over the bare skin above her breasts. A blush starts at her.