"The zipper stuck Mom, please help me," I said pulling at the dress.With a little tug, Mom pulled tight the sashes and tied a neat bow atthe small of ...my back. "Do you know why the zipper and sashes are on theback of this dress?" Mom asked."I don't know," I said."So little girls can't take off their dress without Mommy's help," shesaid with a smile. "Now let's get you ready, we've got to pickup Jennyin half an hour." No, Mommy please!" I protested with teary eyes.Mom took me by the hand and led. I know whats coming and close my eyes and open my mouth as he spurts hot thick cum all over my face. He cums and cums and showers me with it. He finally grunts and taps my shoulder. I open my eyes and he looks down and smiles. I lick the remaining cum on my chin and swallow it; keeping my eyes on his. He smirks and lifts me up quickly by the shoulders. Without a word he turns me around, bents me over slightly and starts to go to town. I feel his hot tongue lick each of my ass cheeks, then slide. After dinner we wandered Bourbon Street, taking in the great jazz and drinking a bit more than the evening required. New Orleans will do that to you. It is a city of excess, where it seems perfectly natural for women to bare their breasts in exchange for a fifty-cent string of beads and men to consider topless clubs fine entertainment. You either love New Orleans or it frightens you, but there is rarely an in-between. I love it for its joie de vivre, its in-your-face sensuality, and the. What could I do? I held her hips gently, nestled my nose and lips into her snatch, and gave her a firm kiss."And don't forget to take a good sniff," she said. "Remember, I want you to become addicted to me."And then I did take a deep smell -- rank! She must not have changed her panties after this morning, when she had masturbated on my face."Good boy!" she said, giving me a pat on the head. "Now go serve dinner while I put your new clothes away."I spent a lot of time that evening with my nose.