My pussy aches so very deeply. I slide my fingers down my neck and my body trembles with every gentle caress. I bring my hands to my breasts; my nippl...s are hard and sensitive. I roll and pinch them between my thumbs and fingers, feeling the familiar ache between my thighs as I do. I squeeze my thighs together hard and caress the fullness of my breasts for a while, just imagining that you were here watching me, wanting me in the same way that I want you right now. I just can’t resist it any. She tasted so good. I was on fire now. I removed my shirt & shorts & was nude in front of her. She looked at my tool lovingly. I realized that though she is my mom, but biologically she is a woman too. Deprived of sex for too long. While I was climbing on her, she said teasingly, ” Baba (my pet name), what if you get a young beautiful girl tomorrow? You will then forget me. I toldHer that she is my first women & will remain that way. (I had some crushed on girls before, but nothing went further. “«Ja visst, det skulle vill jag, »” I said with a grin. (“Of course, I’d love to.”)“«Du är svensk?!»” she asked, clearly surprised. (“You’re Swedish?!”)I laughed, “«Nej. Jag är Amerikan, men jag bodde i Sverige.»” (“No. I’m an American, but I lived in Sweden.”)She laughed and shook her head, and I asked the actual hostess for a table for two. We continued our conversation in Swedish.“Steve Adams,” I said, extending my hand.“Magdalena Axelsson,” she said, taking my hand lightly. “Call me. They got all the beds set up, found sheets and made them all while Kyle and I got the oven and fridge into the kitchen.I called Mom and she said they weren't going to make it. I asked how Dad was and she told me he was tired and was in for a nap. They'd done a lot of tests but wouldn't know anything definite for a few days. I had the feeling there was more but she wasn't telling me.Kyle had been driving for three months and while he thought he could do just about anything with a car, Grace.