My phone was going off. Probably someone on the team wondering where I was. I ignored it. I could hear sprinklers on behind one of the buildings, and...I also heard something else. Very quietly I went to the wall and peeked around. My two friends from the art supply closet the day before were there. I wondered if they weren’t Kylie’s typesetters. They weren’t typesetting. The redhead was bent at a full ninety degrees, her hands and elbows pressed to the brick wall. Her skirt was hiked up over. ”“I, I, I don’t know...” my mom stopped me there with a wave of her hand. There followed some reassurance of my current predicament and thenceforth further intimate revelations about my parents sexual predelictions. My mother was treating me as the man of the family now, laying foundations for a way forward in all our relationships. She moochied on over to my side, skittling on her bottom so I could still see her crotch clearly as she moved, the panties digging deeper into her pussy as she. Ben snapped on his latex gloves and began his digital exam. He spread her labia and looked for any lesions or abrasions then he inserted his fingers and checked her ovaries. Finding no problems, he spread a little KY jelly on his speculum and inserted it into her vagina. Turning and locking it open, he took a swab and gathered cells from her cervix for testing.“Angie, please send this swab to the lab.”Angie took the oversized Q-tip and put it in a sterile bag.“OK Angie, the vaginal is done. . “Are you ready”, I asked as I pushed the head of my prick into the tightest pussy I think I’d ever had. She nodded her head yes and I fed more of my rock-hard shaft into her. “Oh shit”, she sighed as my balls pressed against her taint. Damn, her pussy was fucking amazing, so tight and wet. I watched as my cock pumped into her small cunt in awe, I’d always loved this view, but this was something special, it was perfect. I looked up to watch her cute face scrunch up and grunt with every thrust. I.