Mom was getting ready to go shopping, she was wearing a black vest top, with a white skirt which was kind of short, I was just above her knees. I woul... sit with her while she put her make up on. I loved watching her get ready, making herself even more beautiful. When she went on to do her eye make up, she would open her mouth, and keep it open as she brushed her lashes. My mind would wander and I would slip into a fantasy, imagining all the things she would do to me with that mouth, lips and. ”“Did you obey Laura?”“Obedience didn’t really enter into it. We reached agreements. We didn’t enter each other’s dressing rooms, for example. That was an agreement. If she had forbidden me her dressing room, that would have been an order. Every once in a while, she had to enter mine to select my outfit. Each time was a specific exception. I don’t think that there was one agreement that she proposed and wanted very seriously that I refused. She was like you on nudity.”“How?” Diane asked.“It was. There was no weight, no pressure, only Larry's considerable manhood filling her and slowly sliding far in. She had hold of his shoulders and he had her hips, gyrating her against him. She could feel him in her, but all other contact was feathery light. Every nerve in their bodies was focused on the point of penetration. She purred and moaned and writhed, unable to get enough of him. Janet got a continuous douche during sex, he was massaged by the warm flowing water while he moved. She marks the pace with her hands, r****g my mouth on each stroke. I can only suck and lick at full speed´-Get it wet, because it's the only lube I'm going to use- She saysFor five minutes, my throat is fucked by her huge tool as I get close to my orgasm. Feeling I'm close, she pushes me harder, until I cum in the glass.But she doesn't stop. She keeps fucking my throat until I'm no longer excited. The thrill soon becomes fear. I'm going to get ****d. For real.Then I look up and our eyes cross..