“That’s such a rude question!” She replied. “You’re lying there with my dick up you, how much ruder can you get” She blushed. “You have ...aven’t you!” I pried. “Yes! Happy now?!” she said. “Definitely. I’ve had a few good wanks over you” I told her. “Really?” she said. “Yes, I saw you changing one day, that was hot!” I told her. “Oh my god! When?” she asked. “About a month ago, you were getting ready to go out, I realised I could see you through the crack in the door” I said. “What did you see?”. “I- I thought you would be...” She blushed softly, her words trailing off as her companion laughed. “So you were trying to keep it from me?” Naomi smirked softly, pressing her lips against the pulse throbbing under the girls silky, pale skin, feeling the rate of her pulse fluttering like a baby bird. She purred into the nook of her neck, smiling. “You didn't get it all,” Adura blushed deeper at that, giggling weakly and nodding, starting to speak before gasping sweetly as she felt another hand. I could see my father's testicles banging against my mother's ass cheeks as he apparently was slamming his penis into her pussy place. I had learned about the anatomy of a woman, and knew that my mother had a place that was covered with hair, and that her pee-pee place was used for more than getting rid of her liquid waste. As I saw what they were doing, my little cock hardened even more than it had in bed, and I couldn't help milking it the way my mother's vagina was milking my father's. Silhouetted in the light from the hallway outside, stands my mom. Those beautiful, long, tanned legs glimmer beneath a sheen of baby oil, from the tips of her cute little toes in their white satin slippers with the three inch heels, all the way up to the generous curve of her ass, peeking out from underneath the ruffled hem of her... dress? The skirt is tiny, less than 3/4 of a foot long, satiny, white; the corset above it is bound tightly to her slim frame, pushing her huge, wobbling tits even.