A soft knock broke me from my reverie. It was my mother asking me to come to her bedroom. When I got there, I didn’t know what to expect: was she go...ng to send me away to the funny farm or send me to live with my aunt. She was sitting on the edge of her bed looking at me with a seriousness I have never seen before. She patted the mattress. I sat down and began playing with my hands while looking down at her cute dainty feet.“Rick, what you asked me today, no son should ask of his own mother. I. Then I poured myself another dollop of champagne and leaned over to kiss her, rubbing my hard cock on her soft slippery thigh.She closed her eyes and moved towards my lips, but I spat the mixture all over her face and breasts before she could open her mouth."And now, my Darling, it's time for you to be punished for the error of your ways."I licked some of the champagne off her neck and gently pinched her nipples, in a futile effort to hold the entirety of an overfed breast in one hand. Then I. “Deeper!” She moaned, but largely from the pleasure of having an itch finally scratched, rather than cries of erotic pleasure. “Further inside, deeper! Yes! Right there as far as your tongue can reach. Now it’s finally starting to stop itching.”I ate out her ass hard, stretching open her tight chute to allow my tongue to reach as far inside her as my open mouth would allow. She just kept moaning and spreading out her ass cheeks wider, to allow my frantic tongue to delve as far into her shithole. On her first day she made friends with one of her co-workers, Robin. Robin was the type of girl you wanted but thought was out of your reach so would never talk. She was five-eleven with blonde hair to the middle of her back and deep blue eyes. That first night when I went to pick her up she offered to give Robin a ride home. We all hit it off and spent most evenings together. We were all just 18 (yes, early to be engaged and that didn't work out) so we didn't have much choices in what to do..