Words, laced with the details of this, wonderfully, erotic imagery I was witnessing. I massaged her lower back and the muscles, at the sides of her va...ley, with my fingers, and the ones just around her pussy with my thumbs. I pushed her cheeks, spread them, let them return, then back, then down, then up."More please, just a little, oh god please."I denied her request. Reaching my hand around her to play with her clit. I inched out just enough to hear her gasp, then held myself firm.Her ass rose. But the truth of the matter is that I saw more of my mother - a lot more. And as time went on, I not only spent more time in her presence than in my father's, I also got to literally see more of my mother's body. You see, after awhile, Mom's erotic nighttime wardrobe carried over even into the nights that my father wasn't coming home until late. This wasn't an every-night affair, but it became pretty frequent. Short baby-doll nighties became the rule - powder blue, pink and yellow; most were. I know that no one can hear us. I come up to her, cock in hand. She is still on her back and her legs are spread. I place myself between her legs and look down at her. I say “are you ready for some of this cock in your pussy?” She says scared “I don’t know, I am not sure I should do.” As she is saying this I am sliding the head of my cock to her pussy lips. I rub it around, getting it wet from her lubricated sex hole. I slide the tip in and can already feel the tightness. She moans. “Happy birthday, Sue” I said taking her in a soft embrace. “Thanks. My life has been wonderful, partly or mostly thanks to you Charles,” she said and responded to my embrace with warmth that I didn’t believe is possible.She took hold of my right hand and pulled it to her left breast.“I have wanted you to feel my tits as long as I have had them. I guess you have known that all these years. You are beautiful. I have tremendously valued that you have never touched me earlier. This all in spite of.