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Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... out of her mouth but, as I watched, it was almost like she was sticking her tongue out at me from between her legs. Now it was the size of my little finger, now a thumb to the joint, then it grew to the size of a tongue stuck out an inch or more. The base of it, that I could see now, seemed to be almost as wide as it seemed high. "Have you ever seen a clitoris, Dixie?" she asked softly. I could only shake my head. I hadn't seen a clitoris but I'd heard that it was just a little swollen spot. Maybe the size of a large pea. "I thought ..." I stopped, still staring. "That they were little tiny things. Right?" I nodded without taking my eyes from it. "But mine's not. When I'm with a guy, we can draw straws to see who'll use what on whom." She laughed loud enough to make me pull my eyes from her and look around to see if anyone was looking now. "You know how they say, 'The bigger they are the harder they fall'? Well that's really true here. If the crash most women feel shakes them from end to end, mine's an earthquake that could shake the block." I smiled with her. "Really good?" "Really good," she stated flatly. I could see the understatement. Now I could see a little puddle of liquid on the seat of the chair between her spread legs. "Touch it, Dixie," she moaned very softly. "Please touch it." I was frightened for a second but my hand seemed to move toward it of its own volition. I hesitated just before my fingers connected with the sensitive skin and her body seemed to expel a ...

... sigh of frustration. "Please." My fingers closed the last fragment of an inch and, through that tiny organ, I felt the tremor that ran through her body like a shock wave. I heard her gasp. Letting my fingers shape around the outside of it, I tightened my grasp until I held the soft flesh between two fingers and my thumb. I pulled slightly and watched her center lift with it minutely. Loosening, my fingers slid down the slippery surface to the accompaniment of her deep- throated moan. Her center actually lifted further into my fingers until my fingertips pushed into the flesh around the protuberance. Again I tightened my fingers around it, this time holding it as I pulled upward, bringing the loose skin and firm inner flesh with it. Loosening, it slid away from my grip until I held only the pulsating tip. Unable to resist her pleasure now, I slid back down the flesh and as quickly reversed and slid back to the tip. This time she slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the moan that wanted to escape. "Mmmm," she mumbled as I repeated the actions twice more. I smiled to himself with the pure enjoyment of giving her this pleasure. Pleasure, I reminded myself, much like that she'd given me on the dance floor a few minutes ago. That settled it, I realized. My fingers slid past the partially lubricated prominence and between her legs where they laved the juices leaking out of her. As my fingers returned to her clit with the fresh lubrication, her other hand joined the first over ...