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- Mom pushed on my wrist again. I held myself firm, fighting her resistance and sinking the side of my ring finger into her pussy's tender folds. Mom arched her back, pushing her titties and thick nipples outward, and I wiggled my little finger, slipping two knuckles beneath her panties. She uttered a soft whimper as my digit slid against her mound. Her pubic hairs feathered my skin, the strands softer and fuller than the finest threads of silk.
- "Mark," Mom whispered.
- I didn't answer her. Instead, I sawed my hand through my mom's thighs, up and down, doing my best to get my finger sandwiched between her folds while hoping that I'd rub her clit with my motions. It's not like I hadn't touched a pussy before. I had Jenna, and we had practiced often, and as Mom continued the pressure against my wrist with her hand, she added a new pressure, on purpose or by accident, I didn't know, but I felt the thrust of her hips against me as if trying to dislodge my fingers.