I let my hand stray lower, expecting to feel the waist band of her panties, but I didn't encounter any such obstacle. My hand finally came to rest on ...a bare cheek of her ass. I softly caressed the soft, warm flesh of her ass then carefully let my hand stray lower over the firm flesh of her thigh and onto the warmth of her inner thigh. I brought my hand up until it was resting against the hot wetness of her lower lips. She quietly moaned as my finger sought the source of the moisture covering. When Dad was alive, things were pretty hot and loud then, too.So, at first, they held it down, then, as their familiarity with each other increased, so did the noise. Well, sounds, anyways. Mom is a screamer (Yes, I am, too.) and she stopped trying to hold it back soon after she was getting sex again regularly.There were a series of guys over the next eight years, as I said, she was a looker and attracted them easily.Her little Carla was becoming a looker, as well. By the time I was nine, I was. . Michelle cooed and giggled as she smiled at him. The man handed her back to me. I placed her back into her stroller and the whole time Michelle never took her eyes off him. Thanks Jack, grandma said to the man. How is your mom doing? She then asked him. I stood back up and noticed Michelle was still staring at him. Her little arms were moving in many directions and she was just giggling away. I turned to the man and I saw he was in the army and he must have flown helicopter or something for. My right hand moved by itself, down the bed and found her cunt. I manipulated it and spread her juices around, then I pressed my middle finger up her vagina. Meanwhile Jeanette moved her hand and pulled my foreskin down and up; I quickly became hard.When she felt I was hard enough, Jeanette pushed me onto my back, straddled me, and then grabbed my prick, run it up and down her slit, then, finding her hole slid down onto me. She gave a shudder and then started to fuck me vigorously. I held her.