To want to see, taste, feel and smell a woman. I go for a second cup, and I get a ping on my phoneJill: Goodmoring………..We OK?Me: Good morning b...ck to you, More than OK (Smiley face)Jill: Oh good, I was worried I went to far (Blush Face)Me: Jill, that was honestly the hottest thing I have EVER done! I don’t feel any guilt. Jill: I don’t either. My sex life has been not so great for a while. I try to spice it up, but he just doesn’t care or notice. Me: I know what you mean. When we do it, it. "Why are you doing this to me?" his mother whispered. "I did everything I could to bring you up to be a fine young man."She looked up at her son, "It's because of what you saw in Claude's office. That's it, isn't it?" She looked up into his eyes and saw nothing to encourage her hopes.He gave his head a tired shake. "I admit it shocked me. But it was also a turn on to see my mother do something human where she was not demanding or ordering someone around."He grinned, "Besides, much as I like to. They have the same eyes. Same mouth too.”Carl tried to look without staring. “Well, I don’t care if they’re sisters, or cousins or hookers, they are fucking hot! We need more ice,” he said and got up to go to the bar. Bobby figured he just wanted to get a better look at the chicks.Bobby was applauding a guitar solo when Carl came back with a bowl of ice and some lime wedges.“I ordered them a drink,” Carl said as he sat down. The Vous was not known for reliable wait staff.“You did?”“Yep.. Giving me a blow job. The thought. The sight. The feeling. The pleasure. Ultimately, the pleasure – waves wreaked through my body.“Yeah, mom. It feels great!”“Good!” she said. And then she was back to sucking my cock. And jerking me off. I could feel the pressure building in my crotch.“Just do it on my face, sweetie,” mom said encouragingly.And I shot my load – fast and furious. On mom’s face. Her sweet lips. Nose. A cheek. Half-opened mouth. My jizz trickled down her chin. On her.