When she stepped forward, her mother's stolen panties hugged her crotch like a lacy second skin."What do you think, Mom?" Millie asked, turning around...to show her mother her rear. "Doesn't my ass look cute in them?"Her mother remained speechless. However, Betsy's hard breathing spoke louder than ordinary words."But what I really like most about your panties, Mom, is the way they fit so tight between my legs. You know? They rub me just right and the lace tickles the insides of my thighs. Just. Jane just sat there staring at Ginger and her sisters as they recounted the past month. She just kept saying things like, ‘you’re k**ding’ or ‘no way’. Nearly two hours later, Jane said that she wanted a chance to go shopping with the three sisters and maybe get in on the action. Ginger asked her if she had ever flashed a complete stranger and she said never before today and then added that both Jerry and I were perfect and that the sisters were very lucky. It was get later in the evening. I take her into the bedroom, she lays down on the bed, spreading her legs wide. Soft moans escape her throat as I climbed on top of her, moving my fingers back inside her. " I don't think you want me to stop," I teased, her body now writhing beneath me. I took my fingers from inside her, slowly putting one of them in my mouth and made a face to suggesting that I'd tasted some fine cuisine, licking my lips, my eyes never leaving hers. She closed her eyes, hoping it would stop, that all this is. She quickly reached the same pace as before and kept it going. Despite the abrasive pubic hairs and the fact that the vagina was my own mother’s and not as tight as I had imagined it would be, I was getting sweaty and twitchy because of the warmth and the motherly ribbing.“I - I can’t do it, mom,” I whimpered when physics and biology were starting to get the better of me, bringing my hands to her hips and patting them until she slowed down. “I’m sorry,” I apologized the best I could. I was.