" Yeah, and look at the size of that dildo she is fixing to shove up her cunt," Dad replied as he laid the keyboard aside and grabbed his own erection..."Ummmm, the cu-seeme thing is a lot better than going to the adult movie theater. I am so glad you found out about it, Honey." Oh yeah, and we can play without fear of being hassled," he grunted as he spit on his hand before once again grabbing his cock.Well, by now I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. I mean, there was my lovely 41 year-old Mom,. Lower.You stop breathing, frozen, waiting. Then you feel it---my warm kiss directly on your pleasure spot. Lingering. You feel my tongue and inhale sharply.Your entire body is electrified.Slowly, gently at first, I begin to make love to you with my mouth.Then more firmly, eating you.Finally a rhythm.My lips pressing and pulling at your shaven pink softness, my tongue in and out of you--you are so wet!-- then massaging your clit.Over and over and over and over and over.Your quietest voice,. The place smelled like roses and spice, and was tastefully decorated in a New York City dive bar meets upscale European bistro style... it sounds a little bit schizophrenic, but it was actually highly interesting and somehow comforting to me, in a way that few things were. I spent most of my life being worried about something or other, and it wasn't as if that weren't true here as well, but here it was an excited kind of worried... closer to impatiently expectant, perhaps.It was of the utmost. The conversation stopped altogether as she took a deep breath and ran her hand from her knee up the side of her thigh. Her fingernail tugged gently at the hem of the skirt to lift it another half inch. Her legs quivered slightly, as did mine as I followed her finger up that beautiful trail. Her other hand brought her white wine to her mouth and she drank deeply from her glass. Replacing the glass on the table she took the wetness on her fingers from the condensation from the wine glass and.