I take out my hair-tie, my dyed black hair falling down around my shoulders. I stand there staring at my body in the mirror for a while, wearing only ...anties, before I hear a soft knock at my door. Curtis walks in before realizing Im nearly naked, Hey Cecilia, Im ou- OHGOD IM SORRY! he mutters and quickly exits, closing the door. I blush, biting my lip as I quickly pull on an oversized shirt and pajama shorts, coming out a moment later. Hes sitting on the couch in his boxers and chewing on his. I moved my face under mom's skirt and began to lick her just above her stocking tops. Her legs started to open and close as I got closer to her pussy. Oh Jimmy, hurry and lick me honey before I ruin my skirt. A second later my tongue found moms clit. I began licking her whole slit. It felt like slow motion. Only my tongue was touching her. I held my tongue flat and moved my head up and down. Oh fuck honey that feels so good. You lick mommy's cunt so nice. Make me cum in your mouth baby, oh. With such a petite frame small clothes were no problem for her, but that was also the root of her problem. Ashley wanted big full breasts and round hips that would make the seams of her skirts scream. She rolled the little t-shirt up to her neck to expose her stiffening nipples. That was the only part of her body that she was proud of, when she was aroused they would stand out about 2 inches and turn dark red. Watching her little buds perk up always got her panties damp, so she didn’t hesitate. Why did she bother?She handed me the gym bag.“Gotta Go, I’m running late. I was over in the East End and thought you might need these.”“Hope you can over again soon. We all enjoy your company.””Likewise.”As the car pulled out of the driveway, memories of their encounters flashed back into my head. Not that they were ever that far away.“Who is this lady, anyway,” I wondered.Back in my father’s den, I started by trying to Google “Mrs. Jack Morgan” with no luck. “Laura Morgan” didn’t get any.