Her large dark brown nipples were erect and looked as hard as my own cock.“Go ahead, they are all yours,” mom said, winking at me. I reached out w...th both my hands and let out a satisfying sigh as I held her heavy tits in my hands. My thumbs naturally fond their way to the nipples, which I squeezed firmly. Mom let out a moan and rolled her eyes back. “You are such a natural at this,” she said, sucking on her lower lip. “Rub them, baby, uffff yeahhhh” she crooned as I continued pleasuring her.I. ." Oh... my... god. She knows about my wig. I keep it in a box in the closet; she must have been in there, too. But I beat her to it - I turned and quickly grabbed the wig box and opened it. She smiled and watched as I fluffed the wig, turned it over, leaned my head into it, and stood up as I tugged it into place."Yes, that's it!" she giggled. "Give us a kiss!"As I bent down to kiss her, the long brown hair on either side of my head flopped down into her face. We kissed through the strands,. Lecturing myself to not look, I ran my eyes to another paragraph of my own erotica. My eyes scanned the words but nothing registered. I looked up again. Her other leg had lazily leaned outward and her nipples were obviously hardening under the emotional impact of whatever steamy passage I imagined she might be reading. I watched her intently, feeling the heat well up inside me. Her mouth idly chewed her finger-intwined hair.I tried to resist as hard as I could, which was not at all, before I. I looked at her questioningly. "I wish Cindi could have known how wonderful it is to make love to you."I don't know if it was a look on my face or if she picked up my emotions, or if she just plain read my mind, but I heard her breath catch in her throat and her eyes opened wide. She looked deep into my eyes, and then looked at me with a stunned look on her face."But she did know, didn't she? You made love to Cindi, didn't you? Tell me about it." Busted! I thought she knew. When she wanted me.