.”“No mom we didn’t get caught,” I cut her off. Knowing what I was about to tell her broke me down, and I couldn’t hold the tears back.“Wh... are you crying honey? Where’s Randy?”“He got shot!” I said as clear as I could while still crying my eyes out.She laughed like it was part of a joke. “Haha very funny Rita, put him on the phone.”“He really got shot mom!”She was quiet for a second. “Rita if this is your idea of a joke it’s not funny!”“I’M NOT JOKING MOM!” I screamed as I wiped my face with. . Her flexibility showed today. I grab her legs from behind my head and spread them as far as she can. Then I put them back together pointing straight to the ceiling like the exercise from earlier. I pull her spandex underwear to show her bare ass and bald little pussy. So tight it was hard for me to put two fingers in. I go slowly but I can tell it's exactly what she wanted. I finger her until her entire pussy is dripping wet. She couldn't squirt for me but I know she can. The good girls are. Almost satisfied, but not quite. I adjusted Mom's hips so they tilted forward slightly but her ass pushed up and back. For the final touch, I moved Mom's knees together and aligned her lower legs so they matched, one on the other, with one foot curling over the other. Perfect. A woman waiting expectantly for her lover. Apprehensive, yet offering him everything, from behind. I laid down behind Mom, snuggling up to her and fitting myself around her body, the lump in my shorts just barely touching. Take her again.They had done it before. She did not understand why it was so hard to keep that simple fact in her head. It was not the first time the erroneous thought had come into her head that morning."All right," Brad said in a strained voice. "But when we do it, keep the shoes and the fishnets. The rest comes off. Then ... hey, what... ?"Released from the prohibition, Gina reached behind her and unhooked the top. Her breasts spilled from the cups, nipples taut and hard. She dropped it to.