It will be a secret between us.Mom: (silence)Me: Please, mom.Mom: Ok, I will allow you but with lights switched off.Me (super excited): Agreed!I knew ...hat I could see her full naked under the lights anyway in the morning. She turned off the lights and laid down near me in the bed. I was already naked inside the blanket. I was excited as well as nervous. My dreams were going to come true.I slowly started squeezing one of the boobs but while doing so, the towel came off! I realised mom was fully. She looked virginal, vulnerable, and about 16 years old, but I knew from her passport she was 28. She wore one of my white silk dress shirts as a night dress; I was bollock naked. I haven't bothered with night attire for almost twenty years. It seems to be a complete waste of time to undress from day clothes to put on nightclothes, then in the morning reverse the process. Gemma opened one eye and smiled up at me."Merry Christmas, Mister Desmond. Is Santa Claus ready to deliver my present down. There was no response. I put my hand on her thigh and stroked it upwards. Again there was no movement of her legs. This made me more bold and I slipped the same hand between her legs right up against her panties and slowly stroked her pussy from outside. Again there was no response. I decided to throw caution to the winds. I pulled her skirt right up over her tummy and put my fingers in the waistband of her panties. I slowly pulled them down till I could see her curly bush. This got me so. Her body refused to co-operate with her, and she grew more and more aroused as she felt one hand move to finger her clit while the other continued to maul her breasts.“If you don’t want this, then why is your pussy so wet?" he asked. Sarah gasped in shock from the realization that she had become very wet... He continued to stroke her clit very gently and tease it with his finger. “You're really enjoying this aren't you? Hmmm? You like this baby? I know you love it…””No…” she murmured, her voice.