Mom still wore the ridiculously high heels she'd put on at the store, and I marveled at her ability to balance on them while squatting over the dildo. She put her hands in the air. She moved up and down, her clit moving over and against the dildo. I saw it move in and out of my view. Then she reached down and grabbed hold of it, and she pressed it against the folds of her sex. Her pussy was wet; I could see that from the entry way light reflecting off it. She was lubricating the dildo with the wetness from her pussy.

I scarcely noticed as my hand...