That morning it felt like she took her time to be a bit gentler andloving than she had in some time. 'Well we're not running off to wartoday I hope......' I put my thumb in my mouth while she finished cleaningme up and pinned a new diaper onto me. I was dressed into a simpleshort dress when she finished."Such a good wittle baby," she cooed at me.I smiled at her, and for once I didn't mind being babied by her. Ileaned into her as she walked to her rocking chair and sat down. Shemoved her top out of. "Do it a little faster." Sure."So I picked up the pace a little more, and she began to poke her ass up further and wiggle it more as her cheeks began to glow. I could hear her breathing start to get shorter, and she began to moan out "Oooo" and "Yesss." Then she slipped her hand beneath her belly, over the top of my leg, and I could feel her hand begin to rub her clit. She began to hump her hand in rhythm with my swats, which became more deliberate and slower. She began to spread her legs,. But it wasn't just the lack of clothes which grabbed my undivided attention, but what she was doing to herself. Her milky white legs were spread wide open and two of her fingers were furiously going in and out of her hairy vagina. She was soaking wet down there with her fluids brightly glistening along her brown labia and thick pubic hairs. I was mesmerized by the sight of my once-thought-to-be sexless mother masturbating herself with such intensity. I couldn't believe how aroused I was. My breathing became heavy, and I was afraid I'd fall. So I suggested we go to bed.After we dried off, we went into the bedroom and fell in. Linda held me in her arms and we kissed passionately. Our tongues met and caressed each other. I loved the feeling of her breasts against mine. I reached down and held her balls. I was very tempted to fuck her brains out right then and there. Linda must have read my mind, because she said, "Eve, I thought we were going to masturbate."I pulled away and said,.