I could feel the warmth of her fingertips throught he thin material, and became aware of smoothness in her rubbing. I watched my sister in similar situations, but her dress was not so loose as to present such a wonderous view. You jizz “By, but you are plucked straight from your father’s vine my lad, all barring the size of the fruit.”
More confusion then mom laughed again, and her left hand uncoiled from around her knees and a pointed finger indicated my own crotch. As she rose to make our night-cap, her folded legs, bereft of their circulation, failed her at a critical moment and she tumbled forward onto me, grasping for my shoulder and hopelessly missing, her hand landing squarely below my shoulder in my seated crotch.
