“Come on now, Johnny. XXX I finally got the courage to go downstairs, and I could hear the washing machine running in the cellar since the door was still open. “Are you cr…” I started to ask, but I remembered she had already answered that question several times. I pushed her as I moved past her. “It wasn’t my fault, damn it. She was also so pale she must have been doing her best to stay out of the sun on purpose. She made me come…” However, instead of turning away, my gaze was still constantly flickering towards the heavy hanging shapes of my mother’s breasts, and especially the dark triangle between her thighs. The mother and the daughter were holding hands and staring each other in the eyes, sharing this wondrous moment together. The change from my sister’s tight and eager teenage vagina to my mother’s hairy, warm and comforting one was immediate, and a hard thrust sent the next eruption from my balls into that
