We sat and ate; my father asking the usual questions. It was right then, remembering the attitude Mom had when she first caught me this afternoon that I got an idea…
I quietly walked up to my Mom. Black porn I pulled out and slide my fingers down to her soaked pussy. She walked directly to the front of my Dad’s cherry MG; the furthest spot from the kitchen door and turned to me with her hands on her hips. “It’s so wrong to make me do this, you know that don’t you?” She added as she returned her attention to the hard dick in front of her. She shook her head slowly with regret and sighed long and slow. I was fucking around with fire here. Her make-up looked fresh; like she’d freshened up a bit before dinner. She turned us both a little so that the light from the workbench showed her pretty face more clearly. She leaned to one side a little to catch a glimpse of the couch. The thin, transparent patch of material that covered her pussy, looked wet.
