Some of it was unintelligible, Maori, no doubt, or maybe that third language she had alluded to, which I hadn't identified, but which I probably also ...ould not understand.Her first orgasm announced itself when she stiffened, her strong body resisting my crushing thrusts. Her internal muscles fluttered, rippled and then gripped me like a fist. Instinct made me push hard and rub the base of my cock back and forth across her clit. She cried out, again in words I could not understand.Without. Ooohhhh," she moaned in my ear, "I'm not used to this. Oh, make me cum, baby, make your mommy cum with your hard cock."I raised up slightly and she lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulders, opening up her pussy even more to my driving cock. I could hear the slurp as I withdrew and a sticky wet slap as I entered her and our bellies came together. The sensual fragrance of her totally aroused sex wafted pungently through the air around us. I reached down between us and dipped my finger into. I was truly surprised because, I was guessing that having given birth three times, her pussy would have been totally destroyed and fucking her shall be disappointing. I was extremely wrong. She was constantly massaging my balls and rubbing my ass cheeks, even fingering my hole without going much deeper.Soon we were bucking and squirming like wild a****ls as we fucked harder with my full length. She asked me to raise her hips because she wanted to see the whole huge length go inside her mother. My father often talked to me as we worked together in the butty boat, not the tech talk, although there was a lot of it, but other stuff, knowledge to be shared, wisdom he thought I should know. One of his maxims was that in the silence after an ultimatum, whoever speaks first loses. Mom told me never to fight wars I didn’t want to win.I sipped more tea.Mirella raised one eyebrow.I tipped the rest of my tea in the sink, spoke one word, turned and walked out.The word was “OK”.Mirella followed me.