She had to admit it, sheepish as it made her feel. She had always relished a long, leisurely handjob, and she liked fingerfucking as much now as when ...he had been a young girl, virginal and chaste and playing with her pussy day and night.Caroline had discovered the pleasure of rubbing her clit when she was a k**, more by accident than by design. She had been stroking her crotch because it felt sort of pleasant, and all of a sudden it had started to get a lot better than simply pleasant, and her. As I said, somewhat chubby, but pleasant to check out under the circumstances, there was something kind of sweet about the little bulge of cleavage between her big round breasts, the roll of her tummy, her little chubby fingers with tribal-style rings on each hand, the tattoo on one ankle, the little chubby toes in her flip-flops. From her feet I looked back up at her face-- and her eyes were open, staring at me."Busted," she whispered."Sorry," I said, my face flushing. "Not much else to do on. It happened about a week ago. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I had been working in the yard when she called to me and asked if I wanted burgers on the grill. I readily agreed and said I just needed to get a shower first.When I came downstairs an hour later Mom was outside fixing the burgers. She had on a pretty blue sundress and was standing at the grill."Hi," I said as I walked up behind her. "Smells good."She turned and smiled and said, "Hungry?" Always." It looks like rain so I. “I’m cumming on your cock.”She bit into my shoulder and screamed. I felt my girl’s body tense. Her legs clamped tight around my waist, her pussy gripped my engorged cock like a vice. I could actually feel the spasms racking her vagina as she orgasmed. I held her close and hoped she was experiencing an exultation that matched my own from seconds before.Nicole let out a guttural moan, bucked her hips, and raked her fingernails down my back. “Again,” she panted. “I’m cumming again! Ohhhhhh! Fuck!”.