In a motherly fashion
From Torg Adventure
"Holy shit, are you okay?" you hear your mom's voice say. You turn and look at her and your heart skips a beat before starting to pound like a jackhammer in your chest. She had knelt beside you when you slipped and her shirt was completely open, her knees spread wide as she sat on her haunches, balancing on her toes. You had a view of everything she had to offer, from the top of her head to those luscious milk-filled breasts, then down her taut body kept in shape from hours of swimming and running each week. Finally your eyes hit the nest of short crimson fur at her snatch and her pussy lips, wide open and glistening in the early morning light.
She cleared her throat a second after you started staring at her pussy, but it might as well have been days that passed. You memorized every detail of those folds, every drop of her womanly dew...everything.
"Well," she said, breaking the spell. Your eyes shot up her body and you noticed her pale pink nipples were at full attention. A bright red flush had started to spread just above that and it was moving up her neck to her cheeks. "I'd say you're doing fine," she said, her eyes taking a turn to drink in your body. They hit your shorts and they shot wider open, her top teeth appearing as she sucked in her lower lip and bit it, stifling a moan. Your cock twitched in response and you felt it move, unhindered by your boxers. Looking down you see your erection, standing straight, proud, and so hard it's throbbing in time with your pounding heart.
What happens next?
