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Trip with MOM

... running down her back and her head against the wall under the showerhead. I saw her scrub thing, put some soap on it and started washing mom's back. She jumped as I started washing. "What do you think you're doing,"" she gasped, not turning around. "I got you messy, I'll clean you up," I said, not adding that I would do anything to get a closer look at her naked body. "Well, this is going to be something else that you can never tell anyone," she said. I washed her back, and worked my way to her butt. "Did I hurt you here?" I said, running my finger down her butt crack. "No, you didn't hurt me," she said, her hips twitching forward, ""and I wish you'd stop doing that." I left her butt and washed the backs of her legs. "Ok, turn around, mom," I said. "I think I can wash my front myself, young man," she said. "I could too," I said, standing up. I made sure my hard pecker brushed against her butt as I stood up. "You're hard again?"" "Well," I answered truthfully, "I didn't get soft yet." Mom turned around. "You haven't gone soft yet? After all the times you..." I shook my head and started scrubbing her chest and boobs. She seemed to be staring at my pecker and not paying much attention to what I was scrubbing. I washed her boobs and then worked down past her stomach and finally got a close look at her privates. My friends kept calling it a pussy, but it didn't really look much like a cat to me, so I just chalked it up to things that they pretended to know. She had a small ...

... strip of hair on the lowest part of her belly, and it looked like it pointed to the folds I had put my fingers in. "We really shouldn't be doing this," mom gasped, her knees trembling. "I've been thinking about that. You said that tonight was going to be the only time, but tonight isn't done yet, and I promise not to tell anyone, ever." As I said this, I watched my finger slip back into the folds, and I pushed in as far as my finger could reach. Mom groaned and let her head rest on the shower wall as I worked my finger in and out of her body like I had my pecker earlier. I could feel the muscles inside the folds squeeze against my finger, and I put another finger in. I worked my fingers inside mom, making her shudder and shake, and suddenly she put her foot on the tub faucet. I could clearly see between her legs, and I watched, fascinated, as my fingers went in and out of my mom's body. I stood up, keeping my fingers inside her, and watched her boobs as they rose and fell with her panting breath. Her boobs looked so cool I leaned forward and clamped my mouth over her nipple. She started panting even more, almost collapsing against the wall. After a few minutes, I straightened out, looking at mom's body leaning against the wall, and felt the pressure against my fingers, and realized how we were standing. I took my fingers out of her folds and grasped my pecker. I leaned my hips forward slowly until the tip of my pecker was touching the hole in the folds my fingers had been in. I ...