It was a summer morning, and at the insistence of my friends, I wore a black pleated skirt, white tank top, green hoodie and flip flops. I know, alwa...s the fashion queen. Libby had given me her own digital camera with a blank memory card, so that I wouldn't pull any tricks. As I was getting dressed and going there, I was feeling pretty good, kind of excited. But as I got to the shopping center, I began to get real nervous. It was an old shopping center, mostly vacant. There was. I worked my tongue in between all of his toes, finding myself oddly turned on by the texture, the aroma, the feel of the individual toes in my mouth. I was learning what foot-fetishists have known forever.Every now and then he would reach down and flick one of the clothes-pins on my tits.“Enough!” he shouted suddenly, jumping up and pushing me onto the floor onto my back. “We have work to do before Ricker, your master returns! Where’s your bottle?”i was confused for a moment, and then realized. I stretched my tongue as much as I could and licked inside her pussy, pushing inside her as deep as my tongue allowed as she rubbed her clit on my jaw. I started to finger her ass again and reached up with my other hand to find and pull on her hard, erect nipple. She moaned and mumbled something incomprehensible, which I took as encouragement. I pinched and pulled on her nipple harder letting my fingers rest inside her ass and she responded by more mumbling, deeper breathing and harder. As I watched on in stunned ecstasy, she began to move her head back and forth, stroking my jutting maleness with long, deep, slurping sucks. She hungrily devoured my cock as it loudly slid in and out of her mouth. My whole essence was now centered on my mother’s lips and the wicked delight they were bringing me. Then my hips began to involuntarily move back and forth in reverse rhythm with her head. Every time her head went back so did my hips, then when she sucked me back into her mouth, I.