My mom was waiting in the hall, her fiery hair falling in wavy curls about her flushed face. Her green eyes twinkled. She had adjusted down her short,...black pencil skirt, hiding the fact she was sans panties. Her eyes flicked up and down my naked body.“You okay, sweetie?” she asked.I nodded, stiffening. And I don’t mean my girl-cock. Every muscle in my body tensed.“You sure?” she asked. “I mean, you don’t—”Genevieve strolled out of the bathroom, her breasts bouncing. Though the cheerleader. The first night of my "new job", I got ready and put on black sheer stockings, rubbing my hand over my smooth legs. I noticed I was wet through my panties, my small smooth cock was dripping pre cum in anticipation of things to come. I put on my sexiest dress and played with my erect nipples, tweeking them and rubbing them, pushing my other hand down my front gripping my balls and squeezing them softlly. I moaned and realised what I was doing. I hadnt even started putting on makeup yet. Fifteen. My mother also never preached that I must remain virgin and don’t let men to fondle my body. Anyway I got married to a good looking and strong men. He satisfied me both mentally and physically. I did not felt desire for any other man. In 5 years of marriage I delivered two child, first girl and next son. They grew nicely and when my daughter Neetu was only 18, one of her teacher asked her hand for his engineer son. I did not want her to marry so early but Neetu herself wanted and she got. Her hand went o stroke my cock, not that it needed any stroking, as it was hard and seemed like it was staying that way for a good while. She commented on it, and I admitted to have taken a little yellow tablet earlier that day, just in case. Good was the reply I got to that, as she pushed me back and got astride me, sliding her hot slippery vagina down onto my erection, slowly while looking at my eyes to see my reaction she engulfed me and placing her hand son my shoulders leant forward, her.