Believe me, I won’t.” We both laughed again. I grunted to announce my oncoming explosion. Once to her room we said our goodnights and mom closed the door. My mouth moved to her breasts. She removed my shirt and kissed me again. We were moving quickly. I could see the gears turning in her head. “Fuck yes right there,” she moaned. She turned to me and offered her hand. Once to her room we said our goodnights and mom closed the door. She looked amazing. Em leaned back as the first spurt landed between her boobs. Again I met resistance at the second knuckle depth. I sat down on the floor, my back against the shower door. “You better be careful doing shit like that, mister.” She scolded. “Not yet.” She whispered. “Kids?” Mom yelled out. “I’m getting close, don’t you dare stop.” Her tone was dead serious. Finger fucking her to the rhythm of her jerking me off. Where the hell is our mother? We kissed for a minute and then she moved her head back against the shower door with a slight thud. We were both laughing as she cornered me by the washer. Her hand moved up to my head where she gathered some pre cum and used her tiny fingers to massage it down my length.
