I had no time to think about that, because then I felt Mom"s fingers on the tip of my p***s. I know I f****d her a few days earlier, but feeling her fingers on my d**k was something else entirely. For some reason I thought it was a lot more intimate.
I rolled my head to look away from Mom and face the wall. And then I closed my eyes. Mom didn"t grab my d**k right away. Instead her fingertips wandered around just the head of my p***s. I didn"t know what she was doing. Why was she doing that? Dad was right there in the same small train compartment with us.
I couldn"t concentrate on that. It was too overwhelming to feel Mom"s fingers on my d**k. I wanted her to grab it and stroke it. I was so horny and aroused.
The fact that Dad was right there, only a few feet away from us, and we had to
