“Don’t you love it when I make you feel good?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied.“Don’t you want to make me feel as good as I make you feel?”...she asked.“Yes,” I replied.“Then I need you to do everything I say,” she said. “I need you to put your head between my legs and kiss my clit. Can you do that?”“Yes,” I replied as I once again placed my mouth onto her pussy and gently kissed her clit.“Now I want to circle it with your tongue,” she said.As I did what she asked my mom started moaning. I wondered. She adjusted me here and there with her hands, feeling as she went from my thighs to my chest and smiled down into my face as she put her hand on my forehead and said, “Okay, try to relax and I’ll explain what I’m going to do.”My erection stuck straight up, didn’t subside at all. I was surprised in that but she avoided touching it even though it seemed such a monument. I wondered if she was also surprised in that. As nervous as I obviously was I wanted really badly to try to explain my penis to. Melissa had even wandered into the hallway to listen through the partially open door; close enough to hear the wet slapping of cock penetrating her mother's pussy and the groans of her orgasms. But she had never dared to look, embarrassed enough being aroused by her mother's love making. In one instance Melissa had been so turned on and wet she had removed her flowery pajama pants and underwear in the hallway and rubbed herself to climax, then to her horror, squirted onto the carpet. She did. " Or never again would be fine," Shelly said, still cringing inwardly at the thought of having a muscular woman jam a strap-on up her ass while pulling her hair and calling her a "slut-whore." Even better," Allie added. "Never again works OK with me."Adam rode the bus home from class and Trinity sat with him instead of just making sure to sit near him."I have strict orders to keep you out of trouble," she said with a laugh. "Oh, and to make sure you don't check out my panties again." Good to.