It was very warm in there and I could feel the bristly pubic hairs on my shaft. My hands were on either side of mom, I was still afraid to lean close ...or some reason. I started awkwardly thrusting my hips, not feeling much more than the warmth.“Try to get it deeper,” mom instructed, her hand touching my hip. I moved my weight to my elbows and tried to do a longer thrust. The natural ribbed feeling of the vagina caught me by surprise, which mom could see on my face.“Just like that,” she said,. She was a voluptuous girl, all hips and breasts and curves. Her face was round like the rest of her body, round cheeks, round eyes and full lips. She had long dark brown hair flowing loosely around her shoulders. Marsha was wearing a red scoop-necked shirt that was stretched by her large boobs; he couldn't tell if she wore a bra on those tits. Her black skirt came halfway down her dark thighs, holding tight to her big beautiful ass. Her shirt stopped just short of the skirt, revealing a strip. It brought our play into a new arena, though I didn't think she was aware of it then.I dropped the cloth into the water and stood up. She seemed to be feeling better. "You can do the rest." I added, "So now you know how much beer is too much for you, don't you?" I said using my best parental voice."Oh, God!" she groaned, holding her head between her hands. "My head is pounding! I thought this wasn't supposed to happen until tomorrow?" Throwing up sometimes accelerates things," I told her as I. The doctors said amnesia wasn'tuncommon with the kind of injury you had and they told me that justgiving you time might bring the memories back." I don't have gaps!" I snapped angrily and clenched my fists, though Iwasn't really sure I was ready to try and attack this man. "I can'tremember anything about who I am, at all!"My supposed father nodded in understanding and slid down onto the couchin the lounge area. "That was a possibility the doctors warned meabout. They said that sometimes when a.