I loved her company, and the opportunity to spend a little more time with her was too good to miss.She showed me into the lounge room where I sat on t...e large lounge chair whilst she disappeared into the kitchen.“Is iced-tea ok? ... or would you like a beer?” she asked from the doorway.“Iced-tea ... thanks” I replied.She came back with two glasses, and sat beside me. We sipped at our drinks, setting them down on the coffee table in front of us.She explained a little more about the accident, and. “I do love them, it made me happy. It also made me very excited.” He grins at me, taking my hand and resting it on his lap. Biting my lip, I squeeze him gently through his jeans. I can tell he is pretty hard; it turns me on knowing how easily he can get excited for me. He starts his car, driving to our spot, which is just a look out over the city. My hand never leaves his cock, caressing him. My touch is gentle. With each passing moment, I can tell his cock is straining to be released from his. Mommy’s blue eyes fell on me. She arched her eyebrow and then gave me a sultry smile. She knew what I wanted. I had to eat the pussy that birthed me. I had to revel in my love for my mommy.“What a sweet girl we made,” Mommy said while Daddy’s hand slid up from my rump to stroke my back.Daddy released her nipple and stared down at me as I settled between my mother’s thighs. Daddy’s hand grabbed my fiery hair. “Yes, she is. Just so sweet.” He pulled me down to Mommy’s pussy. The spicy aroma. "Oh, God Michael," she breathed. "It feels so much better when you touch me."She kissed me passionately as I cautiously moved my fingers along the outer folds of her sex and then on to her clitoris. She began to breathe harder, so I stroked a little harder and faster. She thrust her sex forcefully into my hand and began to strain and moan. I continued as I began to nuzzle her neck, and my other hand roamed along the flesh of her thighs, buttocks, and back.I looked up to see her face. She was.