I quickly latch my mouth onto her hard nipple and suck it hard. “That’s it baby I love it when my nipples are sucked.” As I continue to suckle o... her nipple I let my hand wander down her stomach farther and farther until my hand is resting on top of her pussy. Quickly I jam in a couple of my fingers deep in her pussy. Her juices are flowing free as I work on her pussy with my fingers and continue to suckle on her nipple.Her hips begin thrusting forward to meet my hand as I continued to finger. It'simportant." What's important dear?" Dammit all to hell and back! Could she justonce stop asking so many questions and do something when asked?"Mom," I began, making a solid effort to keep my voice from betrayingmy desperation as that would surely spark far more questions than I wasprepared to tell her, "I need to talk with Claire. It's somethingbetween me and her." Her and I," my mother corrected. God bless that woman, her heart is inthe right place at least."Fine! Ok! Her and I. It's. Give me all of it!"He moved his hands to my shoulders and pulling down hard, straining against the orgasm. I could feel him pumping his cum into me. It was glorious. I'd taken his power, just as I took my husbands. I placed my mouth next to his ear and whispered. "Shhh...easy now. Let your body do the work...just pump into me. Drain your balls. You needed this."Holding me close, his chin resting on my shoulder, I could hear him grunting..he was breathing hard but it was slowing. He was. It was guaranteed that more blood would rush to my genitals, giving me the largest erection possible, when the familiar scent of snatch filled my nostrils. I pleased my engorged member with a gentle caress by my right hand, while my left held the creamy crotch of my latest panty find to my face... *** My panty fetish started when I was sixteen. Of course, I lived at home with my parents and like all boys my age I had an obsession with the new kit between my legs. I remember staying up until the.