I obliged, and Mama tensed and shuddered and tensed and shook and then, finally, a barely audible whimper came from her, and she went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut. She breathed hard, and while she did, I withdrew my finger, restored her panties, and pulled her dress back down. I looked at her and leaned over and kissed her forehead as she leaned into me. If I hadn't just made my own mother c*m by pushing my finger where I'd come from, it would have been downright wholesome.
Pop shifted again but didn't wake. I realized that the night's fun was probably over. Mama wouldn't risk visiting me at night, no matter how much I wanted her to. And she'd have to wake Pop up so he could get to bed. I started to stand.
Mama's hand shot out and stopped me, squeezing my leg, hard. She shook
