. Jenny bending to her side to get a good look under his belly – an eyeful of that little (but not for long) cock as she continues to rub it. “OOo...ohh, that looks good enough to eat...” She smiles, looking away from the cock very briefly – up to our camera – before adding, “And ... I’m ... Going ... Toooooo ... Eat it!!”She leans forward, the cock in one hand, using her other hand to sweep her long fringe out of the way to make sure we can see what she’s doing - and wraps her lips around the. "Wh-what are you talking about, son?" It appeared my personal Missouri-ism had roots."I'm talking about sex, mother."She froze like a stone."I'm trying to tell you it wasn't your fault. It was mine." No, I was..." I'm going to prove it to you. Right here. Right now." I let my grip relax, and the slightly bloody thistle fell to the floor. I looked into my mother's eyes. They were grayer than the blue I had always attributed to them. They were beautiful."Can you feel this?" I let myself relax and. My tongue ran across her pussy over and over, a never-ending portrayal of a cat lapping at the contents of it's bowl of water.The taste of her juices dribbled onto my tongue, as I lapped it up into my mouth of my first taste of a woman's pussy. I couldn't get enough of it, the taste, the sweet aroma, as I licked her wet hole time and time again."Mmm, that feels so good sweetie. Is this the first pussy you've ever eaten?" Mia enquired.I nodded my head, my mind was too focused on pleasing Mia and. I would stand there entertaining myself, wondering what her pussy looked like as I listened to her peeing. Did she shave? Or if she didn't, was her pubic hair dark or actually blonde like her hair? Silly thoughts, and certainly thoughts I'd never in a million years ever admit to having, but they would very often leave me with the beginnings of an erection that I'd often have to mentally fight down before she finished up and came back out.I heard her flush, heard the sound of the water running,.