I looked at the back of her head. The angle was awkward for her to look at me over her shoulder so she just stared ahead. Waiting for me to comply. She tilted her head to the side and fluttered her feet beneath me.
“Y-yeah,” I spoke just loud enough for her to hear. I ran my hands up her backside to her hips. I saw her head tilt down. My finger found the edge of her sweatpants, they curled under the fabric. I slowly dragged them down over the curve of her rump. Her panties were exposed to me, a faded canary yellow. I pushed them down and down to her knees, my face inches away from those panties.
“The panties too!” she chirped, her head now up again. “Can’t really get the skin-to-skin touch with them in the way.”
Oh my God! Her pussy looked so nice and plump in those panties. At the edges there were beautiful curls of pubic hair. I could smell how aroused she was. I noticed a wet spot on those lovely yellow panties. I stared as time slowed to a stop for me. It looked so yummy. I must be dreaming.
Then she said so softly to me, “Take of my panties, Honey.” Her head was down again.
I reached for the edge of her panties, curled my fingers underneath, and drew them down, down, down. Down over her cheeks until her plump, juicy pussy was in view, the soft curls of hair like a little cozy nest. Down, down, down, to join her sweatpants by her knees. I just stared at the beauty of everything before me. The first pussy I had ever seen in my life, and it was beautiful.
“Massage me now, Honey,” she said softly, her head down.
I reached for her butt and felt that smooth skin beneath my fingers. I dragged my thumbs up her crack. I squeezed her butt, spreading her open, and there was her butthole! The little morsel a tiny crown over the furry lips of her pussy.
“Massage my pussy, Honey,” she said softly, her head down.
My thumbs ran up and down her pussy lips, so soft. The pussy hair rasping beneath my touch. I opened her, my mom, my mother. It was so pink and pretty inside her. My mouth hung open in awe. I opened and closed her pussy, opened and closed, opened and closed.
“Put a finger inside, Honey.” she said softly, so softly, her head down.
I listened to my mother, I was a good boy. Holding her cheeks open with one hand, with the other I entered her with a finger. I pushed it in and out. She was so wet, so juicy. In and out, in and out, in and out.
“Put in another finger, Honey,” she said softly, so softly, her head down.
I pulled my finger out. It was so wet, I brought it too my mouth and sucked on it. It was yummy, I was tasting my mommy’s pussy. Holding her cheek open again with one hand, I pushed two fingers inside her wet pussy. In and out, in and out, in and out. She moaned. I looked up from what I was doing as if still in a dream. Her head was tilted up now. Propped up on her elbows, her back arched like a cat. Which made sense, because I was making her purr. She was moving her hips against my fingers, pushing herself back against my searching digits. I could feel her insides squeezing them. She was whimpering as she fucked herself on my fingers. Then she was gasping and she slowed her movements, savoring every thrust. Slowly in, slowly out. Slowly in, slowly out. Squeezing the fingers inside of her.