Her head thrust up between my legs from behind. Her hair caressed up my thigh. She pressed up beneath my shirt and planted her face right into my cunt... I shuddered as my mommy’s tongue slid through my pussy folds.I groaned, savoring my mother’s fluttering hunger. She licked and lapped and caressed me. She drove me wild. Her tongue stirred through my folds. She teased me. Gave me such wicked delights. I shivered and moaned.“Mom!” I panted.“Daddy!” Tammy gasped.“Shit!” groaned the judge. “Don’t. " And he said, laughing, "That way, if not a soul shows up on opening night, the cast at least gets this much of a real audience!"He and Martha joked for a moment, easy and friendly, Martha asking if any audience interest was evident so far, and Howard talking about how the kids at the school were pushing the play and that they expected a good turnout. And I sat beside Martha getting overly warm in my stiff collar and tie and sport coat, wondering why Martha had never mentioned this guy Howard,. ” His daughter nodded. “I’ll take care of it. Damn, taking young girls to see the doctor about birth control…Lauren is just starting to get her period, and Lee…You’re right, though, better safe than sorry. I’m just wondering if I should tell Troy. He’s going to be really disappointed…”Grampa shook his head. “He shouldn’t be too upset; he may have missed taking her little cherry, but now he can start fucking her much sooner, and she is already an incredible little fuck. I’m teaching her. I always had a bit of a temper, I admit that, but that was the only time I hit my ex husband. I hate a liar. I do admit that I have a blistering tongue if no one stops me. Dad would take just so much. He would calmly tell me stop and go to my room. That was followed by the look. If I didn't obey after the look, well to bad for me. Dad would spank my bottom with his hand. I then had my mouth washed out with soap by my mother and was made to apologize. Dad never hit me in anger and spankings were.