He moved a little further forward which forced me to open my legs further and I found myself pressed against the tank and the wall.He began by kneadin... my ass-cheeks gently, but firmly. And I could feel his cock once and awhile as he pressed it against me. He may have been older, but he got hard in no time--I had been hard the moment I pulled my pants down alone! :-)I felt some cool liquid flow onto me then run clowly down the crack of my as: he was going to try and fuck me right away!I hadn't. Jen was excited and just about drove everyone nuts with her continuous chatter, Jess suggested I should give her the undergarments present early in the day, that way she could wear them to the party but keep the nightwear until the evening as a further surprise.Birthday morning dawned and I woke Jen with a soft kiss, "good morning my love, happy birthday sweetheart." Mmm, thankyou Jimmy, that's a lovely way to wake up."We had a shower together (as always) and went down for breakfast. Jess and. She moaned when she felt how wet I already was. She got undressed and then pulled my shorts off. She got on top of me and her naked body was so warm and soft. She smelled amazing. She kissed and licked all the way down to my tummy. I was now moaning softly. She circled my belly button, licking and kissing, then her hand rubbed my pussy. She asked me if I was ready, I just moaned yes! She now had her mouth an inch from my virgin pussy. I spread my legs open and I felt her. Boy, was I wrong.***Okay. Let's get this out of the way first. My Mom and how to describe her. I mean, Moms are Moms, right? They just are. They're just always there when you need them. Like beans. Or clean underwear. Anyway, Mom is Jessica Jane Peterson. A thirty-nine-year-old no nonsense all American girl born and raised in the Southern Bible belt and as prim and as proper as could be. Married at nineteen to an asshole. Divorced at thirty-seven to the same adulterous drunken asshole who.