I was shocked. He didn’t say anything but turned and left the room. Looking back now I wondered what would have happened if he had been a Paedophile... Would he have touched me through the silky pink nylon, inappropriately? But he wasn't, he was a very kind man, and he left me alone. I don't know if he told my Mum, maybe not as I was not punished or spoken to. Perhaps my Mum had looked for the pink French knickers, not found them and sent Arthur to find me to confirm her suspicions that I was the. A large lump of a mix of male cum and pussy juice entered my mouth. I tasted it hungrily. It was somewhat salty but it was rather tasty.I enjoyed my first taste of fuck fluid, and again buried my tongue to pick another chunk of cum juice. Slowly, i licked the entire juice sticking to her pussy. I even lapped the juice that had oozed out of her pussy and was deposited into her ass crack. Then i inserted my tongue inside mother?s pussy lips. It was also filled with cum and i continued eating cum. "Mom," I husked, throat raw with emotion and need. "I need you, I love you. Not just as my mother, but for who you are, the woman you are. I love you, I swear it. And I want to be with you in every way, be your lover, share this bed, bring you pleasure..."Her breath seemed to catch at that, a little hope flaring in her deep, brown eyes. "But ... but I'm your mother..." she began, weakly. And before that line of thought had time to take hold in her mind, I interjected."Here and now, you're just. She was 5?6? with long blonde hair. Rather slim with a tiny waist and a pair of large full breasts that would please any man. It was very clear what Thick wanted and that made Margret very nervous. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans that afternoon with a cotton black top and white sneakers. Thick tried to imagine how Margret would look dressed in something sexy. After what seemed like hours to Margret. Thick finally made her an offer. ?Look. We’ll forget about the money your husband owes.