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A Gift From Mom

... rubbed, and she was moving with it. Her hips desperately needed the feel of his hand, and she pushed at it. He toyed with her and let it go inside a thigh, and when she wiggled urgently, his hand came back. His hand worked inside the leg of the shorts, and it drug up over bare skin. Her head bobbed with recognition. His hand was in her shorts. The next sensation was his fingers on her wet lips between her legs. Two of his fingers slid over her clit, and she lost it. Her body shook violently and she screamed out from her throat. His hand held her flat between her legs and then he reached under her. In a blur, she felt his second hand get to her clit to rub, and the first then centered at her lips. In an instant, two fingers entered her, and she shouted out another scream. He held her in place and flicked his fingers while she writhed uncontrollably. More yelps came as she kept shaking and spasming. Several moments passed. As she started catching her breath, he let her ease back onto her stomach. Waves of pleasure still rolled her, as dizziness clouded her. She knew she had never come that hard. She heard herself panting. Patty gradually turned over onto her back, and at the same time, Billy was turning onto his side where he was facing away from her. She was still trying to orient herself, when he reached behind his back. His hand found her wrist and pulled, bringing her up against his back. She was reeling, and the notion of spooning him was fine by her. His hand didn't let ...

... go of hers, but rather brought it around him. She propped against his back, and the daze from her orgasm left her very compliant. His hand kept on hers, and brought it against bare skin she took for his lower stomach. She detected the light smattering of hair there. Her hand, held in his, started descending. She stopped him at first, but he tugged at it. When it moved further, it was tracing over thin cotton at his waist. It kept going further. Her fingertips dragged over the front of his boxers to where they opened. She first noticed the prickly short pubic hair and she winced. He wrapped her hand around the base of him, and she mashed her face into his bare back. She couldn't believe her hand was on him. She damn sure couldn't believe how open she had to make her hand once it was there. He was making her grip him, and her fingers barely touched together around him. Despite not wanting to, her mind did a comparison. There had been only a few lovers, so the comparison was limited. She couldn't think of any man she had been with who had this kind of girth there. She just couldn't. His hand closed more to keep hers to him, and then it moved. He pulled her hand up along him. He was very smooth but very hard. Their hands went further than she would have thought, and she gulped at what this no doubt meant. He stopped them when they reached the crown of his head, and then he was pulling them back down again. He pulsed in her palm, and she could hear him groaning already. She held ...