I Slept With My Mom

Her “private garden” seemed to gradually become moist under my gentle teasing, and a unique, sweet-smelling scent began to permeate the air, stimulating my sense of smell. My fingers continued upwards along the slit of flesh until they touched the tip, where there was a small protrusion the size of a red bean—that was her delicate clitoris. I gently flicked it with my fingertips, and with just this slight movement, her whole body seemed to tremble slightly, and her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, as if she were experiencing some indescribable stimulation in her sleep.