Amber was now twenty-years-old, outgoing, with long dark brown hair with a fringe, and, as she regularly went to the gym, had well-toned arms and legs... and a flat tummy.Mrs H was thirty-seven-years-old, didn’t go to the gym, and was therefore slightly on the fleshy side but still enjoyed dressing in relatively skimpy clothes, much of the time in sleeveless dresses or short-sleeved tops. She knew she struggled to keep her weight off, but Amber was the one who actually encouraged her to do so.By. " He growls into my ear. My nipples harden even more. I shiver in anticipation for what's to come. His strong hands guide against the wall of the shower. His hands guiding and controlling the movements of our bodies. He whispers in my ear. "Brace yourself, baby." He pushes his cock deep inside my wet pussy. Each stroke is long with even pressure. We are both moaning with each thrust. I can feel him tense inside me. His cock rubbing my clit with every thrust. "Love, please, can I cum?" I'm. I was very mature for my age, knowledgeable beyond my years.When I was twenty I began to notice Amma in a different light. I was growing aware sexually and with that bought the realization that mother was very sexy. She had long dark hair, hair that reached to her hips. And even having birthed three children she had a killer figure- 36-24-36. Her eyes were very dark and twinkled in good humor. How close were we? Well we talked about every thing even personal secrets. I talked of the movie stars. She was wearing the same bathing suit Brandy had on that faithful day when she exposed her pussy to me. Not sure it was the exact but the same coloring and patterns matched. “I think I will join you Rob” she said as she placed her towel over mine. As she was getting into the pool she noticed what I had forgotten about, my shorts. She tossed them onto the ground. “Oh fuck” I had just remembered them; it was too late. I watched her, but not trying to stare; hiding the fact of me being naked. As.