Twirl.. circling me . “ relax’ she whispered. Her toungue latching to me suckled me deeply. Twisting turning my vagina suckled me hard slow. And g...iving me a wickedly dark rimjob. Kneeding me gently with her finger. Gliding her finger slowly.rubbing. Caressing inside my vagina. With her hot kiss she grazed my nipple and began nuzzling...nuzzle nuzzle. Nuzzle. Her finger glide slow up my vagina. Deep. Hard Circling slow . Deep on my vagina. Caressing me slowly. Her finger gliding between my legs. . in spite of that fact!” Mom grunted as she felt me bottom out inside her juicy wet gash.“Hey, you’re still my mother!” I smiled as I kissed the back of her neck and plowed her even harder.“So, I’m never growing old, right? I’m never gonna die?” Mom asked me again as she creamed herself on my cock.“Not if I can help it, anyway, just as I don’t wish to die, either,” I told Mom as I fingered her bum a bit, too.“Oh, fuck, yeah, honey! Do Mommy like that! Fuck your mother hard!” Mom clearly got. So I'm assuming they did that now, staying in her room until lunch, at which point they emerged fully dressed. Actually, they were barefoot, but let's not quibble. The good parts were covered. I was of two minds about that. They were delightful to look at naked. But I'd put on a pair of shorts myself, so we matched. And I'll be honest about it. If they'd been naked, all I'd have thought about was mounting their young, tight bodies and trying to make babies. I needed a little break from that, to. First, we amassed a fabulous wardrobe for him,from dreamy/romantic to sexy/kinky/fetish, and it all fit perfectly.Second, apart from their teasing remarks, the sales associates we dealtwith agreed to the last; sight unseen, Alan would make a reallyattractive 'girl'. We even picked out a perfume for him; a sensual,provocative 'signature scent' that would be his and his alone. Of all thefragrances we tested, I liked Obsession on him the best. It became partof his 'dress code' (Ma'am Rule Number.