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." drawing out the last syllable as a mini-orgasm shuddered through her."Mom, can I borrow your blue top..." Jennifer stopped abruptly in the door of the closet, just as her mother finished her miniature cum. "Oh." She said.Cherry turned, and – oh God it seemed mad – kept her hands massaging one breast and the other firmly in her pussy lips to see her oldest child standing there in bra and panties. Lacy black bra, the edge of her areolas just visible, her tits heaving in surprise at her mother's lusty display, Cherry pulled the wet finger from her pussy and brought it up to her full lips to lick her juicy finger clean."Which top, my dear" she asked, moving closer. What was she doing, part of her mind wondered – but only a small part.The other part of her came close to her daughter – who, with half again as much anglo blood in her was almost a head taller – and wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled the strap down on the black brassiere with the other and immediately sucking. I didn't mean to say it... It just slipped out. As if lost in a whirl of primal desire. "So I see..." She said. "I want you too... my sweet girlie boy." She whispered back to me.We embraced and kissed deeply. The feel of her luscious breasts against my body and her silky lips drove shafts of pleasure all the way through me... deep inside me. She slid her hand down my petticoat to my groin. "Can I hold you..." She whispered."Yes please..." I repliedI felt her hand surround me through my panties. She stroked and squeezed until I was just about to explode in orgasmic bliss.... Then without any warning, she moved sharply away again. I stood there with my legs trembling, aching to come. It seemed too cruel to be true.... I wanted her back against me... please!"You don't want to get your panties all wet and sticky do you?" She asked with a kind of matronly tone as she stood just out of my reach."We've got lots to do this afternoon... and I want to see you in a beautiful dress all made up.
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