She was flushed and looked kissable all over, which was just what I intended to do, but I couldn't do it in Leldon's kitchen. He had a thing about his... kitchen being used only for cooking food. Thus, I locked lips with her again and pulled her into the spare bathroom and leaned her up against the basin where I ravished as much of her as I could reach with my lips.By the time I reached her well of honey she was overflowing and steaming hot and about brought down the roof with her cries as I. Around midnight, I followed my mother upstairs. She had worn a dress that night and as I followed her up the stairs my eyes fell right on the back of her thighs. I had never really had any sexual thoughts about my mother before, but between my natural tendency to sexualize every woman I saw at that age and I found myself focusing on her bare flesh and thinking about what was under her dress. I slowed my pace so that I could more easily watch her as she slowly made her way up the stairs. I tried. She pulled down my tracksuit bottoms and shorts and deep throated me. No preliminary hand stroking of my prick, no tongue tasting of my knob end, she just took me straight into her mouth and down her throat. I could feel her lips on my balls, and my prick being massaged by her throat muscles, an incredible feeling. Her hands were around my arse, pulling me into her with surprising strength. No noise, save her quiet slurping and my astonished gasping.She moved her head back, her lips clutching. The place had seemed to promise good, sexy fun. The second time had been in the afternoon and Emily’s status had been a strange one. Violet, one of the two managers, had agreed to teach Emily the basics of stripping and pole work as a personal favor, but it had also been an audition of sorts. The way Violet had described it, she’d wanted to see how well Emily moved in order to decide “where she would fit into the show.” Emily had understood that was Violet’s gentle way of warning her that, if.