We're stuck, tangled together by happenstance and fate, and I can't help but laugh at the consternation on your face. We're jostling the passengers ar...und us, trying to free my hair and your clothing, drawing grumbles of complaint and annoyed looks, as the doors clatter closed and we're still stuck, my stop sliding away as the train moves on. I hear you curse, your voice a lovely, soft depth in my ears, and you finally laugh too, pulling me into the shelter of your arm and holding onto a strap. I was happy that my daughter found me attractive at this age, but at the same time, I was also feeling guilty that this should not happen between a daughter and a mother.I would have licked her pussy if she was any other girl, but she was my daughter. I wanted to stop it. But I didn’t have the strength to do so. I fought with my senses and finally managed to utter these words, “Malar, what are you doing?”She was terrified and withdrew her hand in a fraction of second. The room was filled with. A scene that is not too long but not too short. A scene that will not only keep my dick hard but also make me so hot, that I will cum like I have never cum before. After clicking through several porn scenes of various genres of perversions, I become frustrated by the lack of hardcore splooge inspiring clips -- not to mention the pain in my knees from balancing the rigid and increasingly hot surface of the posterior portion of my laptop! I settle for a halfway decent scene with a hot but real. He slid his hand under my tit, as if weighing it. I recall wondering if it passed inspection or not.It must have, because he began to rearrange it. He squeezed my tit. Pinched the nipple, which just happen to be hard and very aroused. Then he bounced my boob up and down as if he were dribbling a small ball attached to my chest.Then his hand slid over to do the same with my right one as I struggled to hold still. Which wasn't easy. I was getting hotter than hell with each passing second and each.