Now, I guess I should say, my mom was ... Well, at twenty eight, she was smoking fucking hot, tiny, tight, and had a body, that, honestly, I had never... made a secret of leering at. And so, it shouldn’t shock anyone to know, as she walked into my room, I simply looked up at her, gave her a wicked little smile, and just kept stroking my cock. “Jesus Christ Tommy!” my mom snarled at me, “Can’t you even stop jerking off for two seconds, when I walk into a room?”All I could do, in all honesty, was. Ronica and I got into our white Buick Regal; I threw it into the gear and raced down the highway. We headed westward, wearing sunglasses and squealing like schoolgirls. The wind ruffled her long, lustrous hair; she had to finger it aside repetitively. However, I had no problem with the wind. The bob cut hairstyle looked cool to me.We were African American incesbians. The oval faces, proportioned eyes, Nubian noses, full lips, and black hair were the features of our beauty. However, we were not. Trying not to let her thoughts be conveyed by her facial expressions. “Was he ... down there ... between her legs and she looks like she could be hi...” And then the thought hit her. Her expression was a little evident as Tim, surmising what she might be thinking just grinned.Then to settle her thoughts he said “Mom! Are you going to order?” This just blew the waitress away. The thought of what he may have done, to his MOM caused her pussy to come alive. Tim noticed that she stepped her legs. Our jor se jatkhne, mai puri tarah wild ho gaya tha…Mai bolaaa … ” mala….aj to tere gand me mai pura pani dal dunga… meri puri hit tere gand me dal dunaga…” our mai joro se jatkhe dene laga…lite gai thi garam ho raha tha our upper se sex do ka badan pasinese bhar gaya tha…land maa ko gand me joro se andar bhar kar raha tha..oil our pasine se Pachak- Pachak- Pachak – Pachak- Pachak- Pachak- Pachak awaje aa rahi thi. Maa chila rahi thi our wo bhi apni kamar joro se hila rahi thi… maa ke muh se.