“You’re really gonna let me eat you out?! Really?!”Karen nodded happily at her son.Danny immediately went right to his mother’s hot cunt and d...eeply inhaled the smell of her womanliness. His heart started beating faster as he did. He again deeply inhaled the smell and his cock started to swell even more.Danny stuck out his tongue and slowly traced it around her pussy. He found that his own mother’s cunt tasted sweeter than any other cunt he ever tasted and eaten. He then started to lick her. Beep, beep. "Here goes nothing," she said to herself, as she punched the "on" button. What she heard was a conversation between two or three other parties. They seemed unaware that she had tuned in. "Cleared Sector Nine. No sign of her." "Okay, we're clear down here, too. Let's move on to Seven." "Jimbo, how are things at your end?" "We've looked in and all around Bunkhouse Two. She must have been here yesterday, because we found a supply cart with a bunch of open boxes. But she's long gone.. “Oh hello Martin” she said to me with her eyes still closed, how did she know ? She talked confidently to me like this was a natural occurrence when she took a shower. “Pete's had to stay on a little longer tonight at work to do some overtime, so he won't be back yet for a couple of hours. But while you are waiting for him, you couldn't just do my back for me could you love”?Shocked at her brazen suggestion and the knowledge that she knew that I must have been watching I nervously made my way. “What about the leotard?” Irene asked.Emily casually unzipped the tracksuit top and removed the T-shirt underneath showing that she was wearing the leotard. She casually bent over and removed the track suit bottoms. Clive watched her out the corner of his eye, feeling the first flush of arousal. The leotard was perfectly modest, more so than most he had seen at the Glasgow competition. Yet somehow ... He turned his gaze fully away as Emily repeated the warm up exercises.Irene watched.