Ps…There is a digital camera on the kitchen table for your birthday. Take as many pictures of your mother as you want too. Jerk off and be happy. Jo...hn’It was only three-thirty so I would get to watch Mom’s butt for an hour and a half. When I went into the kitchen to get my new camera I could see that Mom had her eyes closed. I could see her bare tits from the side, her slightly rounded belly, and the fur on her pussy. When I came back out with my camera I could see her trembling slightly. At. I do this over and over, each grind of my clit between her tongue and upper lip sending a pop like a firecracker up from my groin. Each pop pushes another wave up my body, receding then rising again, the tide reaching my neck in 10 waves and then the 11th crashing over the top into my brain. I hump frantically on my little lover’s face, using nose and chin and lips and tongue together to ride the wave.30 seconds, or perhaps 30 minutes later, the wave rolls out again and I release my lover’s. . ?" I stopped. My train of thought had just run off the end of the track. They obviously had done this to other girls. More than a few? More than a dozen? I had no idea.My anger became resolve. The resolve became steel. The steel flared into incandescent heat as more adrenalin than I had ever felt before poured into my veins. Healed or not, it was time to act.I opened the eye away from the camera. The dagger still stuck straight up out of me. Now there was an inch or so of blade showing. My. Friday’s were dress down days and we could wear jeans. She had the tightest fitting jeans I had ever seen. Her hips curved oh so nicely. And she had the nicest ass I had ever seen as well. It wasn’t too big or too small it was just right. Whenever she walked away I couldn’t help but watch. She looked good coming or going. Sometimes when we worked close together I could feel her tits brush against my arm or back. There were days when I would lose all train of thought when she did that. All I.