Trust me, you’ll come to love it, she says as she starts to push her finger in deeper making me squeal and gasp for air.My girl Shay slightly awakened from perhaps my 9 1/2 inch hard thick prick poking her in the back or maybe the bed slightly moving to the rhythm of me finger fucking her friend but she awoke and said hey let's go sleep in the living room on the floor.Good.She couldn’t react, no matter how much she wanted to.Can you Granny Sex wash it too?If you destroy the mirror it might happen that I disappear, but it could also happen that you loose the only possibility to make me tied to somebody else.Now get over here.Now masturbate for me, I love watching a man masturbate for me, and Maria is watching also.We are showing her a real good time tonight and inviting her into our family.My body felt so alive now.How does that cock feel baby? The thing that struck me most was how perfectly smooth she was. There was not a single little hair on her mons or pussy, and not even the slightest trace of stubble. Either she had it professionally done, or she had shaved her pussy just prior to me barging in. What's the matter, son? mom suddenly asked. She had finished painting the nails of her left foot and was now looking at me, Granny Sex not in the least alarmed or angered by me ogling her. In fact, as she sat up, she opened her legs a little wider. The subtle, but calculated move exposed even more of her forbidden treasures. The chubby outer lips parted a little more and the dainty inner lips opened like a flower. I could now see the glossy pink inside of her vulva and all the delicate folds and ridges designed to give ultimate pleasure to an invading cock. With a bit of a shock I realized that my mother’s pussy was soaking wet, and it was not from the shower.I hurriedly mumbled an apology and averted my gaze, ready to dash to my room, lock the door and jack off until my cock was raw, and my balls were dry. Go ahead, look at me she said softly but decisively.I turned my head back and saw my mother was still sitting on the rim of the bath, now leaning back against the tiled wall. She had her hand on her hairless mound and was slowly rubbing her finger over the fleshy fold at the top of her pussy. I wasn’t sure if I could see her clit between her lips, but there definitely was a wrinkled opening where a cock would go. As she moved her fingers over her clit, the little hole opened and closed, like it was winking at me. It seemed so small, so… tight.