That was exactly what we had been needing. We were both much more calm, we didn’t fight anymore, and everything in the house was peaceful.One day mo...m asked me, “You kids are way too friendly. Have you gone past the Stinky Finger stage?”I turned all shades of red and mom noticed saying, “I’ll take that as yes. It’s a good thing that I got her on birth control when I did then. How many times a day do you do it?”I managed to say, “Twice. Once before breakfast and once before bedtime.”Mom smiled. My pre-cum wet her palm as she lined my dick up to her adulterous pink hole. She gasped slightly as my prick popped in just past the damp folds. Little by little she sank down onto my hardness. The resistance was minimal while she leisurely bounced another two inches in her cunt. While she may have wiped out the majority of left over cum in her, a few good inches in and she was practically a cannoli.I was submerged into a hot liquid furnace, as she continued to lower her hefty ass onto my. She asked us questions, though never knew the answers. Promised us gifts, she could never buy, took a stick when her temper failed, became hysterical when the stick failed, but she did get her results. I often felt manipulated. Her life was her own. Now in a hospital bed, she creates a world of her own. All the doctors and nurses know her, either like her or hate her, but cannot stay indifferent.Like me.I studied them the most, analyzed them. I knew I obtained my genes from them, so my answers. Besides I think there's another hole I can entertain myself with as we wait for your panties to become soaked."I say:Once your panties are inside with just a tiny piece hanging out, ready for me to pull it out when it's ready. I move one finger against your clit. Rubbing it softly. My other hand grabs your ass harshly. Splitting your cheeks apartI say:I'm excited at the sight of your rosebud. I slip a finger into my mouth, coating it in my saliva before moving it out and pressing it against.