" Maggie gave me another smile, "I don't think it's gonna go away." I knew she was fishing for the words in return, but I just couldn't."I promised ...o wash your back in the shower." I countered. It got me another smile, but not the one three little words would have gotten me! I climbed off Maggie and held out my hand and we walked into the bathroom, together. Maggie sat down on the toilet and peed and wiped while I turned on the water. It was nice and hot. Maggie was also nice and. ‘Are you ready to have the thrill of your life?’ he asked from right behind me. I turned to face him and was absolutely floored, he was stunning. He looked to be about mid-twenties. He had short, dark blonde hair, cut close to his head and the most gorgeous grey eyes I’d ever seen in my life. His chiseled face had a rugged look about it, one that said he did dangerous things often and liked them. His body was… Well… To die for! It was thick with corded muscles, but not those gross muscles you. I get wet just looking at you." Then she removed the T-shirt. She looked good. Her breasts were firm with nipples that were the size of my little finger. Her stomach was flat until it reached her pussy mound. I realized then that she wasn't shaved, but a true blonde with little natural hair, so she looked shaved. I was highly aroused from seeing her, and the idea of fucking her was exciting. Then I thought Damn, she is my mother. What the hell are you thinking about doing? She pulled the sheet. Della leaned back and slapped my tit. ‘Keep licking,’ she demanded. ‘The faster you make me cum, the faster she’ll stop beating your bush.’ Taken totally off-guard from the slap on the tit and the lash to my pussy, I forced myself to keep going. She was even wetter than before, and her juices ran down my throat like honey. ‘Did you cum yet, Della?’ Lori asked. ‘No,’ she breathed. Another lash bit into my lips and grazed my clit, but I kept on swirling my tongue around Della’s snatch. She was.