My earliest meaningful memories of my mom go back to when I was about six or seven years old. She would have been about24 or 25 at that time and I thi...k that was when I first became consciously aware of the fact that my mother was a beautiful woman— kind of tall for a woman at the time at 5'10" with long shapely legs attached to curvaceous hips with a small waist topped by large soft tits with big nipples. She had long, soft, and silky light brown hair that fell just below her shoulders which. As Catie began digesting everything I was telling her, something came over her. Catie started undressing and said she wouldnt mind hanging out with me in my room nude but said she would have to think about it if my dad was planning about coming back in. Catie had a very nice figure and once she removed her tee shirt and bra, I could easily tell that she was sexually turned on by noticing the perspiration on her nipples, which were buoying around fluidly with her natural motion. She then slid. Finally, I took off her panties and spread her both the legs.“O God,” what a sight to watch. This must be the place known as heaven. Her pussy was so chubby. She had a thin layer of hair over her pussy and she was already wet.I could not control the sight of her lovely leaking cunt. The odor of her cunt made me wicked. So I immediately came down between her thighs and placed my tongue on her wet pussy and started to lick it. She gave a jerk and started moaning.I kept licking her pussy like a. “Sometimes it has its benefits.”“I guess I didn’t think that was a benefit that could apply to both of us,” Morgan replied jokingly with a dry throat. “I’m allowed to be upset at Taylor.”“Yes, but only I get to forgive her,” I clarified. “What she did, she did to me. You care about me, but you care about her too. I want to get over this with her on my own terms, even if you’re only helping.”Morgan looked down and sighed through her nose. “I don’t like it…”“You don’t have to.”“But okay. If.