.. my legs ... my ass ... Mother’s pussy!” Debra touched herself with each word, making sure her son looked. When she pointed at her cunt, she jut...ed her hips forward and spread her soft cunt curls, exposing the swollen, pink lips of her cunt, the straining tip of her clit. “Yes, that’s Mother’s cunt,” she said. “You want it, don’t you? You want to fuck it, don’t you, Jerry?”The words tumbled from her mouth and Debra couldn’t cut them off. She kept talking touching her tits, her hips, her cunt.. Mom and I both were too eager to see if they could be corrupted to even let them get settled! We took them out to the pasture where those oringinal six ewes were suckling six newly born black rams. I led them by the hand up to the fence, and asked them both to look into the eyes of the rams, and tell me what they thought. The rams intuited what must be done, so they left their mothers’ tits to gaze collectively, into my grandparent’s eyes... while my mother went to her knees in front of her. I knew that if she unleashed those twin balloons from beneath her jersey that I’d better watch out or I’d have bruises on my face. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my safety regimen because if I were smothered by those breasts I would not be able to voice it. She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …busther. What? A typo on the jersey. Shouldn’t that have been buster? But the it hit me. The soft moan of the great bed was more in relief than pain. Even it seemed to revel in this innocent display.Then for an instant the struggling ceased. Alice, with a big grin, had pinned Sue to the bed. "I win," she cried.Before Sue could protest, Alice took what she obviously considered the victor's reward, a kiss. She leaned down and carefully, but deliberately, brought her lips to Sue's. The kiss was tender, at first, not overtly sensual. It lengthened and intensified. It gradually deepened.