It was going to happen, there was nothing I could do and I didn't want to anyway. It happened for me a few seconds before it happened for her, ripplin... through me like a kind of tidal wave, spreading out from the centre until every little bit of me was overloaded with sensations. I ground my pussy hard into her leg, my teeth clenched and my eyes squeezed shut. Then while I was still at my peak, Celia came too, making an a****listic sound in her throat she suddenly grabbed me hard, crushed her. You're pretty hot looking, Mom. And I thought you might've got an eyeful of me, just like I'm getting one of you now."Sara saw him moving a hand to his crotch, and turned her back to him, facing the mirror again. It was hard to admit, but he had her motor racing. "Maybe you should go," she said hesitantly, as if she hoped he wouldn't. Her emotions were running so high she wasn't sure herself. She looked into the mirror and saw him moving toward her, and she watched the reflection as his hands. Walking down the hall they enter Ann’s room. Kissing her again Beth whispers “I have been looking forward to having you since this morning my love. Let’s get naked. I want you so badly”. Hurriedly undressing they fall on to the bed and start to fondle each other. The combination of the wine and seeing Rhonda’s huge strap-on has Ann turned on. “Let’s 69” moans Beth and they change position, each licking the others pussy and clit. The room is filled with their moans as each has multiple orgasms.. ”“Okay,” she said with a satisfied smile. “That makes sense.” In a brighter voice she continued, “So tell me your and Mom’s kinks. No. Wait. I know yours. It’s panty-philia, isn’t it?” Her mismatched eyes twinkled as she grinned.“You’ve got me.”“What type of panties?”“All types.”“But what are your favorites? Which ones did Mom have that really got ya going?”I laughed. “Your mother had all sorts. But the ones she knew would get to me every time were her vintage fifties-style panties. They were.