I had no time to think about that, because then I felt Mom"s fingers on the tip of my penis. I know I fucked her a few days earlier, but feeling her fingers on my dick was something else entirely. For some reason I thought it was a lot more intimate.
I rolled my head to look away from Mom and face the wall. And then I closed my eyes. Mom didn"t grab my dick right away. Instead her fingertips wandered around just the head of my penis. I didn"t know what she was doing. Why was she doing that? Dad was right there in the same small train compartment with us.
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