As Hedviga finished up her meal, her mother leaned in and lay her hand over Hedvigas crotch. Hedviga adjusted the linens her mother had wrapped around her nethers and got her fingers inside of the textile, she could feel that everything down there was soaking wet and slippery. And just as she had come to this realization and was trying to word some kind of protest, she felt the intrusion again! Then she closed her eyes hard in preparation and pushed the wood back in. Probably not as well masked of a moan as her mother managed to let out as she came earlier. She couldn’t see the whole of the man, only half his back turned to her. When she had held it in her hands earlier it seemed very big! Hedviga didn’t dare to peek out from under her cover, but she heard the door to the little attic room slam shut and her mothers voice whispered, -”Stay hidden until I call you! As her fingers slipped down through the wet folds of mothers pussy, Frida let out a slow moan and spread her legs a little instinctively in her sleep. Inside Hedvigas clouded mind she did notice that her mother wasn’t pressing it into her with her hand this time!
