We’d swapped mothers on our birthday’s. Indian hot sex “Oh, Aunt Janice, yes!” my half-sister moaned. “Mmm, I see Georgia. I was about to erupt. “Mmm, now let’s get this hard so you can fuck me,” she moaned. The slap of our flesh echoed through the bedroom. Then her breasts brushed my stomach. My girlfriend gave the cutest squeak. I pinched and twisted them. Please, please, tell me it’s you.”
“Figured it out, have we?” came the rich, purring voice of the beautiful, older woman. Happy birthday to you!”
My cheeks were burning red from all our friends from high school, along with older friends of our mothers, clapping and cheering around us. We thought it was… My clit-dick twitched between us every time she bottomed out in me. My girlfriend gave the cutest squeak. It made my brain hurt. My mother, Janice Albertson, was the first woman Mom ever fucked. We were going to need her for our plans. It was this wondrous pleasure. The dual delights met and swirled in me. “I love having a dildo fuck me!”
“Or Mom’s cock?” gasped Rebecca.
