She dropped her head to the mat and arched her back to change the angle of the strokes. I looked down to watch my dick moving in and out of her body. ...Her ass was muscular but had the extra padding to cushion hard strokes if I chose to use them.I felt it when her body was ready to give itself to me one last time; she moved with me instead of just letting me take her. I stopped deep inside and pushed forward. She went down on her stomach, letting me lie on top of her. She arched to give me what. She was holding up a long,blonde wig. It was straight and had some darker highlights. It waspretty much a Hannah Montana wig! "Have you ever seen the show?"Mom grinned, letting me know that she knew what she was doing. "Yes,I've seen the show. Come over here."She led me over to where she had found the wig. It had been nestledbetween a number of other wigs that had the same length and appearance,but were styled differently. "If we take the set, then you'll be able to change the style around,"she. I switched of the light and lifted her gown and she was not wearing any panty. I was excited and became hard and slept next to her thinking its now or never. Under the quilt I began feeling my mom, her thighs, ass and pussy hair.Tried to go up but she was wearing many things due to cold but still I pushed my hands up to her boobs and took her nipples between my thumb and index finger. mom was dead asleep but when I titillated her titties she moved and turned to her sides. That made her big bare. ”“What? What can’t you say? You don’t mean? Ohhhh, you do! Oh no! With her! I mean, really? I mean!”“What? If you are suggesting that women over a certain age shouldn’t have desires then that is either ageist or sexist; I’m not sure which. Anyway I can’t say. And you two mustn’t either. Privacy goes both ways you know.”They walked into town; it was two miles; Harriet explained that she had to buy some boxes of tampons and sanitary towels. It seemed the previous night had triggered some.