Guys can't wait. I mean, some can, but mostly they want s*x. Mom and I were different. I don't know if this is a girl-s*x thing or just me and Mom.
We entered my room and I shut and locked the door. There would be no interruptions today.
I turned. My mother lay naked on my bed, one leg casually to one side, watching me. I admired my mother's body. Long and thin, her v****a smooth and wet, her n*****s jutting up from her modest breasts. Mom rubbed her breast. "Second thoughts?"
I got on the bed, moved over my mother, lay my body on hers, my mouth next to her ear.
"None. Use any metaphor you wish; jumped off the pier, turned the corner, pulled the pin, I'm going to make love with my mother, and it won't be the only time."
"I almost came from what you just said."
I trailed my tongue lig
