"Take this little horse whip and trace your labia with it. This will be a very erotic picture for sure. Rub it up and down. If you want to feel it ins...ide you, just go ahead and do it." I snapped many more photos as the whip handle disappeared in her hairy pussy. The whip handle gleamed with her wetness each time she pulled it out.Unable to contain myself, I knelt down on the stool in front of her and began licking on the whip and her pussy as she stroked herself. My hands went behind her. Your friends are always teasing you about having a hot mom, and you can objectively see that she’s attractive, although you try not to follow that line of reasoning too much – she works as a catalogue model, but you’ve never taken much interest in that, and have steadfastly refused to tell your friends which ones she models for.“Hey mom,” you say. “What’s up?”“Hey sweetie, you sleep well?” She asks, brightly. This typically means she needs your help with something.“What do you need?” you. I knew that my brother had sex before, at least with two different girls, and I was just a girl trying to be a woman and, I guess, a lover." "You are a wonderful lover. You are a wonderful person. You must have been cute when you were sixteen." "Well, honestly, I was cute. I had a nice 'girl-becoming-a-woman' figure, nice boobs. slim waist, 'getting-to-be-a-woman' hips, nice legs. Pretty feet. I love my feet." "I do too." "You love everything about me, don't you?" "Some parts of you I love even. As soon as I touched it there was a sharp intake of breathe from Sarah.So then, as I rubbed her clit with my index finger and she pulled my cock, I stepped forward, put my left hand behind her head and pulled her towards me. As soon as are lips met, our tongues were wrestling.I was rubbing her hard now and I could feel her body going tense as we continued are passionate embrace. Then, suddenly she went stiff and started to shake as her first orgasm hit.I was really horny now and desperate to.