I licked my lips, hungry for one more dessert. Cherry and grape were wonderful. I hoped orange was just as good.“Mommy whipped up an orange jubilee,...” she moaned, her fingers hooking her panties’ waistband. “Just for her big, strong son.”I loved hearing her say those words. My mother was my slut. She would do anything I told her.“Pull them down so I can feast.”“Yes, Sir.”Mom’s trimmed, black bush—her true hair color, the blonde coming from a bottle—was a mess of orange slush. Her thick pussy. Uncut, not too long and not too broad it fitted perfectly into my mouth where I was able to roll his foreskin back and forth with my tongue while it slid in and out. This was the experience I had been waiting for all my life and I made the most of it. I had also agreed to allow him to fuck my ass as it was an experience that was on my bucket list and he took my anal cherry with a mindblowing fuck. Afterwards he offered up his cock to my mouth again which I greedily grabbed. He eventually came. Of Charley helping dog’s mount them, and of them twisting their faces up, or smiling, or crying out/moaning in reaction to being fucked ... Then we fade up a graphic showing the UK, with little pins appearing, each pin representing a location we’ll be visiting in the new series. One of the pins is flashing on and off in the London area of the map.We fade back in, this time we’re inside a large clothing store. Plenty of customers looking for a bargain, staff helping where they can. We watch a. “Oh, fuck...yes. Mom taught me about treating women like whores,” he said. “I figured she might have,” I said, then I lowered my mouth onto his cock. It only took about three minutes of his little redheaded sister throat fucking him like a professional hooker before he started to blast a thick load of cum into my mouth. It’s funny, I figured all cum must have tasted the same, but his was sweeter than Jim’s. It tasted...fresher, somehow. Maybe that’s why so many adults seem to prefer us.