Her fingers stopped for a second, than began following the traces. Her touch was shocking, taking my mind to another realm. Her movement was graceful ...nd tender, yet still inspective, first upwards, towards my chest, then lower, till where the wound gets lost under my jeans. Watching her kneeled in front of me, feeling her breath in my stomach, her bun almost begging me to reach and grab it, press her face –which was few inches away from my organ- towards my body, finally awakened the monster.. Then, I grab a handful of her pussy hair and tug on it gently.“Oh baby that feels so good when you pull it like that. You were right.”“I told you mom. Now lay back.”“What are you going to do to your mommy? Do you want to feel my hairy bush on your face and tongue?”“Fuck yeah I do. Now lay down.”My mom lays down on my bed with her legs bent up on the edge of my bed. She spreads her legs to show me her black curly bush and the faint hint of pink lips hiding behind the jungle of hair. The. Before Marta could reply Mrs. Walsh spoke up. "Now don't get you pantiesin a twist, George, I seem to recall quite a few times in college whenyou thought it was fun George. Remember all of the dances that we usedto go to and the shopping trips to buy dresses and ballgowns for you towear?"By now Mr. Walsh's anger had turned to embarrassment. He was clearlyblushing and it was clear Mrs Walsh was able to embarrass both the men ofher household. Mr Walsh looked like he wanted to escape. I heard the distinctive sound of a plastic bottle being squeezed, then again, and a third time, and finally the snap of the lid being replaced. I could feel her approaching and still almost jumped when she placed a hand on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart to expose my puckering hole. Fine. She let out an annoyed sounding huff. If you want it that way, you got it. Ill teach you to disobey me, you little fucking slut. With that she shoved a handful of cold lube into the crack of my ass. She slid.