I Caught Mom Or Did She Catch Me 3

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I Caught Mom Or Did She Catch Me 3

I needed to get mom alone, which was much easier than I thought it would be because my dad locked himself in his room with Lydia. I couldn’t help but feel like she had set me up to get caught because my dad never comes into our room and even though she was saying no she was basically forcing me to keep going. I decided to stow those feelings and figure them out later.

“Vanessa we need to talk about something” I said in a demanding tone

“Don’t talk to me that way I’m your mother” she snapped at me. I raised my hand and grabbed her crotch through her robe and rubbed it roughly for a few seconds. I told her she was nothing more than my bitch if she didn’t want dad to find out what she was doing. She looked at me with a stern face and gasped when I undid her robe and stuck my middle finger all the way inside of her twat. She moaned as I explored her depths for the second time. We both let ourselves get off track for a brief moment, but then I snapped back into reality.

I told her about what had happened with Lydia and my father. She didn’t seem to care when I told her that I had fucked Lydia but she did seem as suspicious as I was when I told her that dad had barged into our room for the first time in years. I continued to finger fuck her with two fingers while she leaned against the couch trying to pay attention. When she told me she would help me I wanted to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she had different ideas. She invaded my mouth with her tongue before I could even react. I started to pound her pussy with my fingers as she worked her tongue in my mouth and massaged mine.

Before I knew it she stopped moving her tongue and her hips tightened their grip around my hand. It almost hurt how much she was clenching as she moaned, screamed and cursed into my mouth. Her juices ran down my fingers to my hand. When she finally came down from her orgasm I was let free from the grasp of her thighs and decided to see what she tasted like. I licked my middle finger and was surprised at how the combination of sweet, sour and sweaty could mix. It wasn’t the best taste but I liked it. I held my hand in front of my mother’s mouth and she took the hint.

“Well your father never asked me to do anything like this but what the hell. You make me feel so dirty Eric. I can’t believe I let it get this far, but I know I don’t want to stop”

“Me either mom, I can’t believe dad would just stop fucking you I mean you’re still so damn hot!” She chuckled at my words and shrugged her shoulders.