Her right hand touched my thigh, in the front, but moved to the inside. My legs were already open enough to invite her hand as it moved slowly up until my pubic hair sensed her touch. I knew my v****a was pouring out my lust and I wanted to open my eyes, beg my mother to lick my p***y, but it was her game, and I was willing to play.
Her left hand gently pinched my n****e, her right index finger trailed up through the lips of my p***y. I concentrated on breathing, but I knew I was going to c*m if she kept that up.
Mom's finger slipped inside me, briefly, cupping and gathering my juice. She pulled it out and I heard her sucking on her finger.
Her finger was back now, on my pubic fur, slipping down until I felt the tip of her finger on my c**t. I wanted her to push down and rub. She did. A
