She untied her crossover top, and slowly revealed her bra. Her breasts seemed full and ripe, as if they were bursting out. She reached up with her rig...t hand across her body to unclip what turned out to be a maternity bra. With her left hand, she reached up and nestled her left breast and slowly began to massage and knead it.She began a rhythmic self-massage stroke, widening her hand and then drawing her hand forward to her nipple. After two or three times I saw the most amazing thing; a bead. She had breast fed her baby but still were in a neat and perfect condition.Now to feel her pussy it was legging she wore making my arm easier to enter and reach to caress and finger. It was bit hairy and has reached inside was wet completely wet that be a good lubrication for me to start. Meanwhile during the kissing and caressing she tried to reach my dick and rub it from the outside. Indication the foreplay was quite enough and to start with the action.I invited her to the bedroom half naked. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I close my eyes this time as my mom slowly licks up the side of my face again, feeling her warm tongue over my eye, licking me all the way to my forehead. "Mmm, you taste so good, baby. Michael, get a taste." My father tilts lower, starting a lick between my cleavage, up my chest...my throat; licking all the way up the center of my face. I could tell he was getting into it as he drooled on me, not stopping until he licked my entire face; I thought he. I must obey him. Without looking back, I can hear him wrestle with his own pants button and zipper. He frees himself below the waist when, with some assertion, he presses his strong hand against my upper back until I am now bent over for him. He doesn't kiss me. Or rub me. Or embrace me. The farmer simply clasps me by the hips until the span of his long, coarse fingers nearly envelops my tiny waistline. He pulls me in as he moves forward. Then I feel it. First, just the very tip as it.