For a full ten minutes the horny mother let her body take in the cool shower before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her r...ipe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen’s hands on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her – on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his young dick on them through the thin towel. It took the beautiful woman another half hour to wash. I am kneeling before you, my eyes upturned; wide, dewy, begging for you to allow me the delight of pleasuring you. Let my fingers tease and tantalise those cum heavy balls delicately squeezing those lightly haired fruit as I slip a single sharp nail into your wonderfully spasming anus. Let me slurp and suckle; let busy lips slide down your length, your gloriously throbbing muscle, saliva sheened as I pull back moaning in delight as your cock expands in my tiny little mouth. Fuck me dear reader;. This excites me a lot. (Guys, you can understand this). That’s it, she left my cock and with her left breast in one hand and my cock in the other, she started lightly moving the nipple on the tip of my cock. That was AWESOME. She came up and started biting my breasts a bit hard. This caused both pain and excitement to me. Now she climbed on the couch. She inserted my cock into her pussy and we started kissing each other. The other girls are did not care what they were doing, but they were. Shall we?” We had arranged shifts now to go and call about Gramps and for me to call my mum. Dad too, of course, but he was (in the tradition of the times) more remote. Mum could tell there was something keeping me here, she couldn’t quite get it. She asked if there were any holiday girls working in the caravan sites. Not very subtle, but on the right track. I didn’t tell her I was sharing with four sexy girls, three of whom were currently in the garden at the cottage wearing next to nothing,.