My head was lifted from the pillow and I looked right into his eyes as my beautiful son made me cum.As my body twitched and convulsed, Paul held on, n...ver taking his mouth from my clit. Then finally, the sensation was getting to intense, and I had to reach down and push his face away from my pussy. But he had the instinct to continue to slowly finger my pussy and ass… prolonging my pleasure. Then finally, as the last spasms of my climax rattled my pussy, my head fell back to the pillow.I lay. Let's eat, Mark whispered. Standing in the kitchen, Mark pulled a tube out of his pocket. He pushed my legs apart and said, bend over. I was expecting his tongue. Instead I felt his finger. It felt greasy as he circled my butt hole. I nearly dropped the eggs when he pushed in me. He moved in and out a couple of times, then pulled it out. Adding more lube he pushed in again. This time he twisted his hand left and right. Pulling out again we went to the table. My butt felt funny with the greasy. I will be waiting there for him. Make sure he brings The Golden Cap." Very well. Will you be traveling by the tunnel." No, I will have to go the long way. Dorothy,Lion and Omby must never know about the tunnel. Now hurry on your way." The nome backed up into the shadows and disappeared. Leandra walked out the throne room and journeyed out to the open air. She felt the sun pour over her face as she stepped into the light. She found Dorothy,Lion, and Omby standing by a stone path. Dorothy heard. If youhave ever worn a camisole tutu you will know how bending over leaves youfeeling exposed as your arse is revealed in all its glory but have youhad the humiliation of dressing your son the same way and putting make-upon him?Well it was humiliating enough to be dressed this way myself but doing itto my son served to remind me of what I looked like as it was likeholding up a mirror to me.As he saw his mother at the back of the room at the bar he forgot for amoment what we had just done to him.