I was orgasming around her hand, my pussy tightening, quaking, which sent spasms of muscle reaction into my anal passage and around his cock. Fingers ...nd hands stroked and teased me on the outside, too. I rode the orgasm. My body shivering, my head hanging back on his shoulder, my eyes tight and mouth open, gasping for air.As my body settled, she returned to the purpose at hand … so to speak. Repositioning her hand, her fingers stroked back and forth downward. I felt not only him strain up. The odor of her pussy filled the motorhome. I was no stranger to that smell. Mike had to stop sometimes and leave the doors and windows open just to air out the smell of pussy. There was something different about Daphne’s scent though.It was acrid, vulgar and a little like Italian salad dressing. I know I keep bringing up food, but I don’t know how else to describe the smell other than to say it was pungent and I thought that maybe I shouldn’t stick my unwrapped dick down her dirty pussy-hole.. "Ohhh," she said, finally, "sorry, Peter! I almost didn't recognise you," she paused again, and this time the corners of her mouth clearly twitched in what looked like a suppressed laugh, "I guess I didn't recognise you, what with, you know, you actually having clothes on!" Rachel lost the battle to suppress her laugh as she finished off her sentence, and the laughter almost drowned out the final few words. I rolled my eyes in silent protest at Rachel's obvious teasing, and she waved away my. We just kept looking back at each other with every kind of smile you could imagine, from shyness to wanton desire. We said, "I love you," back and forth.I wondered if it was going to be 'My room or hers' or some neutral territory like the couch or kitchen table. Mom took my hand when we got in and led me to her bedroom.Her mouth was as hungry as mine and I got my first taste of my mother's tongue. It's smooth length explored and made me harder than I already was. As we kissed we took each.