One of my hands was on my mother’s hip and the other was holding my hard penis. I felt how her lips were adjusting for the right amount of pout at the tip of the penis and how they then started their slide down the shaft. don’t know. “Good,” mom said when she felt me slamming hard against her hips, my balls feeling safe in her dark, warm bush. I responded to her affections, and we stayed there cuddling for a while. I just wasn’t ready. I moved my legs further apart and shifted my hips a little. A mother’s vagina is naturally perfect for her own child. Soon her head was bouncing again. I felt mom’s warm bush against it as I was nearing the opening of the vagina. “Okay, let’s try again. “H-here it comes,” I sighed at the last moment. It wasn’t a good idea to sleep together, since neither of us was quite sure when my sister would be coming home. I was feeling warm and blushed all over when it was finally over. My hips started thrusting almost on their own accord, first gently and then harder. Mom had short black hair and her breasts were small and flat, although the nipples were prominent, and around her neck she was wearing a silvery pendant which my sister
