The result was her second climax of the evening. The next morning all the guests had gone home and it was just the girls again, Tamara had spent the r...mainder of the night with Francesca. Unfortunately it was fairly obvious to Margaret where she had been but instead of being shocked she was a little turned on. Margaret had had dreams of distinctly Sapphic nature and when she had woken happily played with herself both in bed and in the shower. Margaret had now got used to the idea that her. The next day i was doing laps in my pull. i came up and there she was in her bathing suit she divied in and we swam for a little bit. we got out i got us towles and we dryed off she asked me to go to her house i siad yes. no one was home it was just her we went to her house we wached t.v. and we talked. we went up to her room to lisen to music i went to the bath room. i went back to her room and she wasn't in the chair she was on the bed with nothing on i got a boner (it was thicker then last. I have dreamt about having her for myself for years, but that was just a fantasy that, in my mind, would never happen. I watched her get off the plane and i was stunned. She was wearing a blue workout sweater and some booty shorts that made my cock wake right up. She immediately embraced me in a hug and i could feel her breasts squeezing against my chest. She hugged my dad and we talked and caught up as we walked back to the car. The whole time we talked I couldn't help but start at her chest.. There were a thousand new sensations to process, each one even better than the last. My mother’s pussy was tight, soft, slick, wet, hot, and alive. Just having my cock inside her was the best thing ever, yet it paled in comparison to the explosion of pleasure I felt when I started to move in and out.Immediately my instincts took over and I started to fuck my mother. First a little unsure and shaky, but I soon found the right motions and with it came confidence. My hips hit her round ass on.