No, from now on it was “tits,” without the cutesy ending. Fred Conyers retained a fondness for the word “boobs” and continued to use it. Likew...ise, neither used the word “penis” very often, and never “pee-pee” or “wiener” or anything like that. Frida felt a little tingle every time she said “dick” while Fred preferred the word “cock,” feeling that it conveyed a certain strength. Both had quickly adopted “pussy” as the word of choice for the female genitalia. A couple of times the teenage boy had. Like me, she's got some meat on her bones, but she isn't fat. I think she still has a very nice body. I've always had a very close relationship with my mom. I may be eighteen, but I'm not afraid to hug my mom in front of my friends, or give her kisses in public. I really don't care what others think. She's been married to my dad for almost twenty years. They are in love and I couldn't be more happy to say that!This all started on a usual Thursday night. My mom and I were the last ones up. “Good girl. Now clean your mess. We don't want everyone to know my bitch pisses in the house do we?”i knelt and put my face to the pee and, closing my eyes, licked up the now tepid bitter liquids from the floor. You stood watching me and telling me what a good little piss licker i was which made me feel better in one way, having your approval, but still highly humiliated at the task you had set me. When i had cleaned it i was allowed to stand.“There, that wasn’t too bad was it? Soon you may. In as much as we had gotten up only to observe the snow, neither of us were dressed. I threw my bath robe on Mom's bed and climbed under the feather bedcover with her. My teeth stopped chattering once I became warm, and I soon drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, I immediately became aware of Mother's warm hand inside my pajamas -- fondling my erect cock."Forgive me if my actions shock you, but it has been a long time since I have been in bed with a man. In your sleep you rolled over against me,.