“Do you like that Mom?” I asked as I slid the first two knuckles of my pinky into her ass.
“Yes, Baby…I fucking love that!” said Mom breathlessly.
Looking at her face, I noticed that Mom’s eyes were fixed on our reflection in the mirror in front of us. Following her gaze, I too immediately became transfixed by that reflection. I saw Mom’s whole figure – her loafers and knee socks, her shapely thighs spread wide, her pink thong pulled to the side, her skirt bunched up high at her waist, her pelvis rocking and grinding against my large hand. The sinews in my forearm rippled as I fingered and stroked my Mother’s engorged and dripping pussy. Her white shirt wide open, her bra and tits on full display. Mom leaned back a bit to her left, and began rubbing her nipples with a her right hand. We continued to stare at the mirror, making eye contact with each other’s reflections. Somehow my Mother – even with her uniform in total disarray looked so pure and innocent. And at the same time, she just looked so radically slutty – grinding passionately against my fingers. She started grinding with more intensity. I rubbed her clitoris faster with my thumb, fingering her deeply with three fingers and pressing her slick anus with my pinky.
“Ohhh fuck Baby… I’m… I’m gonna cum! Ohhhhh fuuuuck!”
The heavy rain pounded against our roof like a waterfall. A tremendous thunderclap split the pouring sky above our house. And Mom’s orgasm slammed into her with the force of a tsunami. Her head was thrown back, and she uttered a long growly moan. Her hips lifted entirely off the bed, and she humped my hand spasmodically. Her pussy muscles erratically clamped on my fingers like a vice, and I could feel her asshole twitching and flexing, and contracting. Juices gushed from Mom’s convulsing quiff – dripping down her ass, onto the bed.
Mom’s groan became a throaty scream. Then a series of hoarse cries and expletives, until with slowly-fading fury, Mom’s orgasm passed. She flopped back onto the bed – momentarily exhausted. I withdrew my fingers, but continued to lightly caress her lips and asshole.
We passed a few moments in breathless silence, until Mom recovered enough to say, “Okay – I’m gonna need you to do that for me… every day – do you understand? Every single day!” We laughed.
“I would love to, Mom,” I said sincerely. She smiled at me lovingly.
“But now there’s something I have been dying to do for you.” With youthful vigor, Mom hopped off the bed and quickly shed her shoes, skirt, shirt and bra. For a few moments she stood before me, nearly naked, save for her thong, long socks and her hair-band. I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful woman than my Mother, and my pulse hammered with expectation.
She took a long drink of iced tea. Then, looking me in the eyes, she slowly removed her thong. With our eyes locked, Mom raised the damp pink lace to her face, pressed it lightly to her flared nostrils and inhaled deeply. A satisfied little smile played on her lips, and she tossed the thong into my lap. It landed across my erection.
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