She pondered if she could have left her pack in the bedroom. Then she wondered whether Jeremy may have taken them on his trip, mistaking them for a b...x of Advil? Silly man, she thought. With a shrug, she headed to her bedroom.Then she heard a noise.Gayle turned. Instinctively, she spoke.“Hello?”No reply, which relieved her at first. Then she changed her stance, realizing that if it had been Amy she would've called out to her. Was someone else in her house? Gently, Gayle grabbed a sweater. Moving closer, I slid both hands beneath the silken material and around Mom's bare waist, crushing my body against hers. She had just enough time to gasp before I kissed her. My head swam with lust as I felt her open to me, replying to my hunger with her probing tongue. We kissed for a long while, reluctant to part even for the length of time it would take to climb the stairs to my bedroom -- the closest one. No matter -- I had other, more daring plans for my mother. We had shared sweet. I went to grab her hand but was confused when she swatted my arm away. She then reached further back, blindly searching for something... but what? Finally, her fingers brushed the side of my solid hard on. With that I realized what she wanted. I gladly rested my burning rod into her cool hand. With cock in hand, she headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. It was kind of awkward being led this way but I couldn't complain. Who would right? She finally released me when we arrived to the. " I don't care," I said lightly. "Are you almost done? I need my pussy licked bad, Uncle John." Oh-fuck-me-to-tears," he gasped.I had forgotten a towel, so he just took off his shirt and used that. As soon as it was all clean, he dove in and that wonderful Gene Simmons tongue started fucking my pussy. How he did that and suck on my clitty at the same time I don't know, but he could do it. I had a string of three orgasms in a row, sliding lower and lower until my whole butt was hanging off the.