Danny started laughing at a joke on the sitcom as she reached down and tried to jam my finger into her wet hot pussy. I held tight making her yearn fo... it for a while longer. I finally slid that finger inside her and she clamped her legs shut holding me deep inside her. I wiggled my finger every direction and waited until she released my hand from her thigh's clutches. She was already leaking juice down to her ass so when I added another finger it slid in easily. I started fingering her faster. I hadn't had a proper 'stiffy' in ages.Next thing she did was to pull on a latex glove and grease her finger.I think I knew what was about to happen and tensed myself. Sure enough,she poked her finger up my bottom. The coldness of the lube shocked mea little and I squeaked in alarm. Then she started massaging myprostate gland. Now, that I did enjoy, despite feeling ill. She tookher time over it and, after a few minutes, I felt myself coming to aclimax. My eyes rolled back and my eyelids. It spoke of rare rains, sudden flowering of wasteland, rainbows and dew. It was incredible that such a small instrument, like a stick with two strings on it jammed into a tiny round drum, could produce such ethereal and dulcet waftings. Zithrusa gently drew the horsetail bow back and forth slowly as she lightly touched the strings, just firmly enough to shorten their chords. There was only traditional style, and no composition was ever the same as any other- the music was fleeting and. “Thank you love,” she whispered, looking at me as I slowly erected. Then she hugged me one more time. I pressed my silky nylon covered cock against her naked belly. “I do want you,” I whispered.“I know,” she replied. “And that’s why we can’t. I want you as well.” It was true. In that moment I had realised that no matter how much I had wanted Jo, I had wanted my mother more. What’s more, Mum had known of my desires long before I had known.I felt Mum slip her hand onto my cock. She held it tight..