You are so wet my fingers are dripping.I kiss down your chest and over your stomach. I pause to kiss and lick your belly button. I stop. I can smell y...ur sweet juices and my mouth waters. I can’t wait to taste you. Finally I slip my tongue over your clit. You inhale sharply at the feel of my firm tongue against your it. I push my finger into your pussy and slowly pull in and out. You’re moaning and shaking with every entering of my finger. You’re so wet I slip in another one. I keep a slow. Hesitant as she slid the shortened stack of photographs free. “I found the roll of film with some old pictures you had up in grandma’s attic. …I thought I’d get ‘em developed and surprise you with them.” Her hand froze and a minute shudder wracked her body. She lifted the cardboard a speck, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip. “I’m sorry, Mom. I just wanted to…” “Excuse me,” she rasped, clutching the photos in her hand as she squeezed past me—I watched her stagger back through the. Rachael put my drink on the table and began opening up my pants grabbing my crotch and balls. I already began to answer with an erection like no other. "Are you tenting up through your pants? How does this feel tonight? I want to examine it again and make sure they work right. Off with those pants." As Sam took my shirt off my back, Rachael was pulling my pants down having her way with me.I looked down and saw her mouth open up on top of my hard dick, just swallowing it. Then she went all the. Her face was serious. "You don't want to know, Mom." You're kidding. Of course I do." I can't tell you." Why not? I'm your mother, damn it. Is it one of the teachers in your school? Someone married?"She shook her head and began to sob uncontrollably. She stood up and came to me; I stood to meet her and she fell into my arms. Her body shook as I held her."Let's go inside, Ginny. We'll talk there."We sat in the living room. I said nothing, waiting for her tears to stop. She continually dabbed at.