I took the hint and slipped my fingers into her leg opening, across her fur-covered pussy, and into her moist hole. Mom stood there while I finger fuc...ed her, rubbed her clit, and gave her an orgasm. When I removed my fingers Mom thanked me and went back into the kitchen to fix dinner.That night Mom tapped on my bedroom door and I let her in. She had just come from her bath and only had a towel wrapped around her. As she stepped in she let her towel drop and asked where Ella and Leah were. I. By the time I got to her pussy she was almost frantic, her body had started writhing around and she was soaked. It almost look like she had peed the bed with all of the juice that had run out of her soaking pussy. I started licking and kissing her labia and dipping my tongue into her centre, her legs started to clamp around my head and she was bucking her hips at my face almost pleading for a stronger connection. I avoided her clit for nearly 10 minutes and she was starting to swear at me now,. I pictured all the contacts and views I had of Danielle during the day; her tits hanging out of her tank top, touching her tits in the dark and the reaction she had when I felt her pussy. How heavy her tits were when she grinded them on my arm under the blanket. What her camel toe looked like when she stretched on the couch. I taught about the fact that the panties in front of me had been in direct contact with her pussy, that she had dripped pussy juice into them and that I could still smell. “Because I don’t want to let you go!”She stepped forward and reached out to hold my cheek. “There,” she said, her eyes so full of love. “Was that so hard?”I felt the ground rumbling beneath our feet as the air filled with thunder and the sky flashed with lightning. She looked to her right and I followed her gaze. Pushing up, out of the ground, was a gravestone. Even before it was up far enough for the name to be visible, I felt her looking back at me, so I turned to her.But it wasn’t her. It.