I was completely hard already because of the lingering memory the moment in the apple garden had left in my mind, as well as mom being warm and close to me. “Mm-hm,” mom said and closed her eyes. Indian Sex Our gazes connected again, and we kissed and started slowly undressing each other. These had already been the best orgasms I’d had in my entire life, so afterwards I could only softly caress my mother’s hair, knowing that tomorrow would be another wonderful day. Then her lips turned into a tight line as she swallowed. They are getting ripe and will make for a nice pie,” she said and smiled warmly, so me and mom left for a walk after the dinner. Professionals were expensive and my parents were already paying the therapist, so mom’s thriftiness had gotten the best of her and she had decided to do this herself. A gentle missionary style coupling slowly built up to a bed-slamming, womb-blasting orgasm which made my mother’s wide open legs twitch, and mom being fertile naturally increased the intensity of our simultaneous orgasm.
