I turn around and face him once more, my hands slowly coming to my breasts, I sweep them down along the sides of my tits, and squeeze them together, b...inging my index finger and thumb to my nipples, pulling on them gently as I stare at him. I see his eyes widen with delight as I play with my breasts for him. One hand moves down, slowly leaving its trail from my breast down my stomach to the top of my skirt. I hear a sigh come from him, as my hand moves under the skirt. I move my fingers along. She's warm all over and she's blushing. I try to hold on as long as possible until the natural and inevitable happens and with a powerful twitch the sperm cells tingling in my balls end up in mom."Like a baby's first kick," mom has described the feeling of my ejaculation striking the back of the womb. Like my kick, when I was in her womb. That kick is what we always try to achieve when we are together. Mom knows I'm a writer and that details help. She doesn't read these things, but she thinks. ”“Well?”“Well, what?”“Would you like to share with me, where you were and what you were doing?”“I will, but you remember this, I don’t have to explain my actions to you.I went to see Don. We ate (she didn’t mention we were eating each other), then we went shopping (she also didn’t mention the main reason for shopping… new pink panties to replace those I tore off her when I couldn’t hold back any longer).Then we went back to his place and enjoyed the sunset from his patio (what we enjoyed, was a. "Dad's mad enough at me."His mother just turned her head smiling as she relaxed as Candice shampooedher scalp. He sat there quietly as a young woman began working on scrubbinghis face, forcing his eyes closed and then he felt another girl sectioninghis hair as he felt a solution being added to his head. Finally, he heardthe water running next to him and heard Candice speaking, as she must havebeen rinsing his mother's hair."See you in a bit honey," said his mother as he looked up, seeing.