He had a wide grin on his face as he thrashed his mums naked body infront of all his mates. They could all see how I loved it, so many of them took to... slapping my face and tits as well as my shaven cunt. Those areas of me were all bright red by the time everybody had finished abusing my naked body. This had not only helped me resolve any qualms about my lustful life as a mature, hyper sexed wife, but also as Slut Mom, as I laughingly now proclaimed myself. And also as I jokingly put it, I guess. It was all the encouragement she needed. She looked at me and said, “I’m going to eat your ass like you ate my pussy!” Her tongue slid down my crack as her hands pushed my legs up. Holy Shit! I felt her hot wet tongue slide over my asshole and back again, back and forth, pressing in the tip and tongue fucking my ass for all she was worth. I could feel it swirl over my ass, then back up to my balls, then back to my ass, powerfully pushing her tongue in as far as she could. It went on for. In the end, I was wearing the plaid skirtand a white blouse with a thin green sweater over the blouse. The hemwas a little above my knees, and the pleats made the skirt move sodeliciously that I wondered why I had never bought one myself. My hairwas in a pageboy, I wore small gold earrings, and I had on the taupeflats. I looked just like the girls at school. Mom suggested it first,then, when I did not say no, she helped me put on some fake nails,trimming them to a proper length, and I painted. Your own maternal instincts got you into this mess."She turned her head to the wall and started to sob harder. "But to answer your question more completely. I expect that when you didn't pick her up the school called your soon to be ex to come and pick her up. Or maybe your Mother."I idly played and toyed with her exposed breasts as I explained all this to her. How I never had her daughter. How she had been tricked. She managed to choke back her tears to implore me to release her. I laughed at.