She taught me when I was small that my Ave, which meant naught in my head neither sounding like to nonsense, still meant wise things in Latin, which i... the tongue of the Church and heaven. Know you the Blessed Virgin’s name, Nan?’ ‘Aye, Lilac, a babe might know that, tis Mary.’ ‘Yet in God’s tongue Latin tis Maria.’ ‘Ave Maria! What means ave?’ ‘Good morrow.’ ‘And..ave Maria gratia plena…what means Latin by plena and gratia?’ ‘Stay Nan, I will speak you the whole prayer together and then give. Trish had no real sporting talent but she already had her heart set on either the role of a novitiate or to go to the nursing school run by the same sisters that ran the convent.Although they were best friends, Trish and Kathy seldom discussed matters related to sex because in all honesty Kathy was a lot more interested in female to female relations than what the nasty boys had to offer a young girl. Trish had absolutely no idea about Kathy's predilections because the nuns repeatedly told them. The contrast between the two reflected women startled me. Mom was hot, I was... in a school uniform.Mom’s devastating ensemble consisted simply of a pair of brown leather calf-high stiletto boots, blue tights, a cropped white blouse tied together beneath her ample cleavage and a tiny black suede vest. This was all topped off with a plumed hat and a red silk sash tied around her waist below her flat midriff. Her unsupported tits, barely hidden by the unbuttoned shirt, clamoured for attention but. I groaned, my back arching, bucking back into my son. He was such a naughty stud. My pussy boiled, my ass clenching so hard on his dick. He plunged so deep into me. My tongue licked harder and harder, cleaning the thong.I didn't want to waste a drop.“Damn, that turns you on,” James groaned. “You are such a naughty mommy.”“The naughtiest,” I moaned into the thong.“I want to fuck you both. Together.” He thrust so hard, reaming my bowels, his balls smacking on my taint. “Saturday.”I should so say.