He then pushed me back onto the bed , I wiped the saliva running down my chin on the back of my hand and slid up the bed so my head was on the pillows... He crawled towards me and spread my legs, I gasped as he spat on my pussy , he said to relax , it was to help make me wetter and it would be more comfortable for me. He did it again and then began to use his tongue on my pussy. I felt him against my clit and shuddered as I orgasmed at his touch , he called me a slut for coming so easily. He. Sensuously. While I liked the way she kissed, with all the mucous on her face, and how devestated she looked, I just could get nothing out of it. In fact, it digusted me."That was so painful," she said, "but it felt so wonderful." Are you sure you're alright?" I said."Yes. I'll just take a shower, and I'll be fine. You should change your clothes."I got off of her, and pulled her up gently. I helped her along to the shower, and I took off my clothes and we both got in. We washed each. Now," she said.Robert, though sexually primed as only a young man can be, still did his best to restrain his lust. This was his mother. He loved her dearly, but his unusual size was ruinous to women's pussies - this he knew - and he did not relish the idea of causing the object of his deepest affection pain.Are you sure?" he asked one last time."The lubrication," she whispered softly, eyeing the tube on the ledge by the headboard.Robert dutifully reached for it."Smear it over the shaft and. Gratefully, with Michelle next to her, she limited it to that.Each woman claimed an arm after I helped them both out of the car. Michelle finally had to let go so I could unlock the front door. "I'm taking a shower," Michelle announced. "I need to get the sand out of places it doesn't belong," she explained."Do you want Marc to help?" Monica asked unexpectedly."Sure," Michelle answered so calmly that I finally realized this had been planned.We used the master bathroom since the shower was.