I couldn't make out if she wanted me to stop or keep going. Her grip on my hair became tighter. Her hips were bucking as she was grinding into every move I was making. I pulled her down on the couch into a laying position and removed her panties. I opened her legs, giving myself full access to all of her. Then I heard her cooing, "Honey... what are you doing to your mother... Why are you doing this to me? You know you shouldn't be doing this...honey...ohhh...myyy...God...it feels so good."
I replied, "I want you to feel good. Just let me make you feel good, mom." I continued to finger my mom. Now, I was kneeling between her legs and making direct eye contact with her. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted to tell me to stop, but she couldn't bring herself to stop what we were doing.
