She was wearing a full length cotton night gown decorated with sprites and elves hiding among flowers. She laced her fingers together and put her hand... between her legs pressing the material to the mattress. The hem of the long gown pulled up to her knees, her calves and feet were bare. I caught a hint of nipples through the soft thin material. “I need to tell you something very private but you have to promise you won’t get mad.”“What?”“No daddy, promise you won’t get mad and think I’m a bad. .yes, it was definitely her, he couldn't quite believe it. She was almost as he remembered her, all those years before. As she drew nearer he racked his brains for some sort of introduction: would she remember him if he just said "Hello", should he say something else...? They were almost 'level', he had to act NOW or it would be too late! "Hi!" he said as they drew abreast. "How are you doing, I haven't seen you for years?" He eyed her as though he'd only just recognised her. She stopped. ”Mom smiled at me. Her face was warm and soft in the scant light. “Do you want to join us, Sweetheart?”I climbed onto the bed and lied down next to her. She put an arm across my chest as I reached between my legs and touched my pussy. With my other hand, I reached under Mom and felt her tits. “Will my tits be this nice someday, Mom?”“Yes,” she answered. Just then, Matt’s thrusts grew slower but more forceful. The smacking of his pelvis against her ass sounded like spanks. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”. "When we party we don't hold anything back. Bonne annee," she added, tipping slightly, "Bonne annee," repeating it again as she collapsed into my arms."Auh, you are so strong," she added grabbing my arm through my jacket. "You should carry me around for the rest of the night!"It seemed that the French were so into curvatures, not only in their architecture, but also in the way that they speak, because even her words seemed ovular to me, round, dragging out in different places than my ears were.