I often thought of the evening I had made love to my mother and how wonderful the experience was. And her giving me some great oral sex and seeing her... gold half-glasses at the end of her nose and her beaded eyeglass chain. It was all so erotic and sexy to me and I wondered if mom and I could be lovers.Mom called me in mid January and asked if I could drop in for a visit, Also could I come dressed as a woman? I told her I could and would be there around two the next day.There I was at two in the. I could not wait much and I laid on her and started kissing her lips this time it was a perfect French kiss as our both’s tongue toggled with each other. This kiss continued for about 15 minutes. I went down a bit and started squeezing her breasts. I took her nipples again in my mouth and started sucking her breasts very hardly. Her moaning had became very loud. She was shouting “ooouch…”, “aaaahhhhhhh..”, “pleaaaaaaaaa as”, ” nooooo noooo nandu pleaaaaas do it slowly, pleaaaaaas”, but that. We have a relationship that's better than sisters. Or, so I thought until I walk into her house.We have always had an 'open door' relationship. We never lock our back doors when we are home. Each of us has permission to enter without knocking during the day. After spending yesterday hanging by my wrists with weights dangling from both my tits and cunt lips, then spending the night serving as my hubby's legal whore, I need someone to talk to. Or, more specifically – a shoulder to cry on. And, of. She thrust her crotch forward and she then whispered to me, ‘Don’t stop, baby.’ I licked more. I love licking her nipples, it turns me on as much as her. She was letting out little sighs as I sucked and licked. Her hand dropped to my cock. She starting rubbing me, making me moan. I reached a hand down to her knickers and they were soaked. It must have been from the onslaught of pleasure I had given her nipples. I could feel her arousal through her knickers. ‘Touch me. I need you,’ she moaned. I.