Her finger was on my c**t again, rolling it round and round, smashing it down against my pelvis. I gasped, as pleasure radiated from deep within my v****a. Mom whispered into my ear without stopping what she was doing to me, "No, he did that by himself. I just gave him some words of encouragement after I got him started."
Mom switched to my other breast, tweaking that n****e which had lay dormant for too long. It wasn't as hard as the other one, but that was remedied in seconds. I cried out loudly at the new sensation. The pleasure seemed to connect directly with her other hand as it rolled my c**t in tiny circles. She sped up her movement subtly, but the sparks grew more prominent. I was gasping loudly, moaning in my mother's embrace.
"I told your brother a secret today," she whispered.
