I realized with a start that her right hand was idly toying with her right nipple. I could clearly see that it was erect as she circled her index fing...r around it.I stepped toward the screen door and opened it quietly. As I stepped outside, Mom looked up, and I gently let the screen door close, holding it so it didn’t slam. No sense waking up Erin and ruining things, I thought to myself.When I stepped outside, Mom dropped her hand and looked up at me, smiling.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she. It was nice and white, too, which reminded me of the shaving cream and smoke. For a second I wanted to bring my finger to my lips and taste that sexy juice … but for whatever reason that time, I did not do so. Instead, I washed the shower wall with the handheld shower head, and went and brushed my teeth (and gargled with mouthwash), got dressed, watched some TV, had lunch, and generally just basked in my newly-performed fetish.I did not have many more chances to smoke, as Dad usually didn’t. Knowing how good my own orgasms felt I really felt like a man when I made my mom cum, and I loved the taste of her pussy.My mom would get very wet and sticky when she came, and I loved to lick up her juices, and one night I had made her cum in my face, and her sticky juice was trickling out of her vagina down to her asshole. Her asshole looked so sexy but I had never considered doing anything with it before, but as her juices ran over it I licked them from her asshole with my tongue, and I. She would snuggle up to me on the couch and watch TV. We would occasionally kiss and I’d cop a feel. Janet knew how she affected me and enjoyed that sexual tension she provoked in me. She was a consummate cock tease. Eventually one night, weeks after the make out session in the car, she went into their kitchen and made herself a rum and coke. Janet was wearing a black T shirt with some band on the front, journey perhaps and white sweat pants. I was in jeans and a white karate tournament.