Aunt Christine had me cup Mom’s pussy, put my finger into her slit, and to tickle her clit. Loosing my virginity was much more special than I had ever imagined it would be. Sure I would. Then she invited me once again to spend the night in bed with her if I could arrange it, even if she had to come to me and rent a motel room. Mom posed fully naked in front of bushes, behind flowers, and squatted down in a garden of tulips. In the morning a new message said that she had a son my age and that he made her pussy wet every time that he touched her, gave her a hug, or kissed her goodnight or goodbye. That time Mom was on her knees with her ass high in the air and her breasts flat on the bed. When I had cum in Mom’s mouth she just smiled, opened her mouth wide, and then she showed Aunt Christine the white creamy puddle on her tongue before swallowing it.
