The reference to “Daddy and I often speak of you as our ‘young lady,’” wasn’t quite right because my father wasn’t with us, but the point ...was the same.I, of course, already knew all about the curse from my friends, but Mom didn’t know that. Everybody’s mom used the same book. The little maternal chat was coming and I’d act “delighted to have these new mysteries so thoroughly explained,” per the script.It was hard to wind down after a birthday day, I realized after readjusting my pillow for the. Later I started sharing some double meaning jokes and naughty messages which she really liked.And sometimes we use to chat in the late nights after her husband slept. We were chatting like real lovers. She started moving freely with me. I always used to stare at her body lustfully but she never gave any sign to move forward. Sometimes even I was feeling bad and thinking if she complains to her husband, it will spoil my reputation.This went on for some weeks and day by day I started liking. “Roger, you making me late for my appointments “ “honey just a little bit more with your tong and I will be their honey “ with that I pulled out my fingers , with that I pulled out a whole lot of sticky pre-cum from her pussy .mom was now ready to explode . “ make me cum ,honey please I need it “ fuck me dammit , yes, you heard me ,fuck your mother dearest “ mom got up from over my face , and grabbed my hard cock , yanked her panties of , and planted my cock right inside of her “ ooo that. His warm lips touched my neck in a tender kiss. I moaned as his hand kneaded my breast through my dress. "Your skin taste so sweet." He whispered hotly into my ear. His hand traveled down my front and slipped under my dress to the part in my legs. His finger slipped in between my folds into a warm and wet honey pot. "Mmm so wet and already for me." He said adding another finger to the first. He finger fucked me fast and hard. I couldn't suppress the moan that came from my lips."Ohh." I moaned.