"I wasn't about to walk in on my mother masturbating, so I padded back upstairs and waited for her to come up and check on me. I listened to music in ...the meantime.About 30 minutes later, she knocked and came in"Oh, you must be feeling better, you showered—didn't you?" Yeah, the rest and the shower made all the difference. Mom, could you climb up on the bed with me for a minute?" Sure honey, scoot over." She got to where she was lying on her back right next to me. "What's going on dear?"I. I couldnt stop a cheesy reply. It loves you. The Latina giggled and leaned forward, her pink tongue sticking out. She cupped her hand around the topside of my shaft, exposing the soft underside, and she planted her warm tongue on the base of my dick down near my balls. Then in one slow, maddening motion, she moved her wet tongue northward up along the soft underside, going all the way to the top. I almost cried out with pleasure, and my hips rose an inch to keep her tongue on my dick just a bit. Leave it, and come here right now.” It didn’t even register that she hadn’t covered herself up, or even removed the dildo from her ass. When I was standing next to her, she reached back down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. I was stunned. “Show me what you were just doing, baby,” she said, looking down at my still stiff cock. “Uh, you mean this?” I started stroking my dick again. I was beginning to understand that I might not be in trouble, but still couldn’t comprehend what was. Give me a twirl.’ Grace went first, gracefully executing a three-sixty. Her wonderfully short, cream, halter dress bounced and fluttered around her thighs—displaying her shapely, tanned legs to perfection. She watched Kay’s eyes filter down to her breasts. The neckline plunged much deeper than she’d ever have dared wear before. But then—why not? She was Grace Lane—Superstar, after all! Lauren quickly followed. The slinky red number was a completely different style to Grace’s, yet managed the.