I started to rub my cock along her pussy and flicking it over her rock hard clit and she was so wet it was dripping down her legs and off of her arse.... I looked her in the eyes and slowly pushed myself into her and she yelped and moaned. I held it about a third of the way in for a while and she was bucking her hips so I started fucking her a bit faster and she was much more vocal than yesterday. This made me speed up and fuck her harder. And then she screamed a curdling scream and I stopped. I want to see." I doubted she'd refuse. She had done the same for Stephan in that very same booth a year ago. She didn't disappoint me."Um, okay. But if my husband knew what I'm doing, well, he'd be very upset." Your husband isn't here. Now, the buttons?"She began to undo them, slowly, running her fingers lightly over each one before slipping it through the tight slit beneath it. I wondered how far she'd go."Is, this what you want?" she asked, with a sober stare.She had stopped after the third. Usually I woke up early morning and finish my daily routines before her wake up. Because her school timings are from 11:00 am to 5:00 pm we have an attached batroom in our bedroom and we both mother dauhgter sleep together.So I take bath before my dauhgter woke up in the attached bathroom normally I came out of bathroom only in a towel wrapped around my boobs and changed in the room while my daughter sleeps. That day too I came out of bathrooom with a towel tied around my breasts. I took the. I sucked on her for a moment. I swirled my tongue around her nub. Then I slid my lips off of her and turned back to the pears. I gave them a stir with the wooden spoon while Mom stared at me with such shock.Then she pulled up her jeans and looked away from me. I smiled.The next day, Mom kept staring at me. We were making pickled carrots. I loved the way she looked at me, remembering how I had sucked off her pussy cream. How we had masturbated together. I sealed the jar closed, locking the last.