My evening passed quietly. I daydreamed of Mom and I and wished she was at home for a repeat of last night. I wondered about everything that had happe...ned between us. Our relationship didn't seem any different during the day. But when I thought about holding Mom's pussy in my hand I got an immediate erection.The whole situation was odd. I understood it was incest. That didn't bother me in the least. What did, to some extent, was that Mom didn't talk when it was happening. In fact, she didn't. Mansi then vanished somewhere. Mansi was the only person who was of my age and hence we hanged together at all the places. And these preferential treatment for me was becoming a matter of envy to all unmarried cousin of mansi. And to tease them more mansi often let me do things like tying necklace or putting a zip to her dresses and like a sweet boy I did these things. I am quite talkative but with mansi , I spoke very less. To be honest I was more lost in her breast and her face. In evening we. At the head of the man precisely :-P), obviously with the excuse of looking at what was on that piece of furniture :-P so I, in front of the mirror, under her intersection I can peek a bit her panties, which looked white, not clear but a bit opaque :-P, then at a certain point she removes the overlap and puts her feet (i.e. the soles of the hooves) on the ground and keeps her legs a little open :-P, and so I can to see, always through the mirror :-P, there in the middle, and I see the bottom of. His hands were clenching at the sheets on either side of my head. He was thrusting for himself, he was searching for his own pleasure. Together we built up, got closer and closer to the goal that we both wanted to reach. My free hand reached down and began to fumble against my clit. The bundle of nerves was hardened and standing at complete attention. It was dying for a touch, something that I was able to give it completely. The edge of my fingernail pressed gently around the edges, touching.