”Mariel took the initiative, leaning forward once again to tentatively resume their joint fellation of him with delicate, gentle caresses, open mout...ed and soft, her beckoning gaze drawing the waiting Chloe-Celine in like a powerful magnet back to a shaft they had made iron hard, but which they’d necessarily had to neglect in the short interlude of enforced respite.Déjà vu.Once again he groaned pitifully upon contact being resumed. The self same muffled and weak sounds emanated from beneath his. I kind of hesitated because after all, this was my mother and I had no idea these things can, and most likely, do happen within families.I could not resist what she wanted to do because it sounded so exciting to me. I asked her where we should do it. My mother said to stay in the recliner and she walked over to where I was sitting. She told me to just relax and she would do everything for me.She reached for the top button of my shorts, unbuttoned it, moved my zipper all the way down, reached. Her mouth is near my lund. Literally, we are in a standing 69-position. She was blowing my lund, and I was licking her salty taste chut and inserting my tongue deep inside her.While doing so, my nose tip was poking her tight asshole. It has a mild aroma, and just inhaling the aroma of her asshole made my lund even harder. She was a pro in blowing lund. She was slowly and steadily increasing her blows on my lund.I started playing with her clitoris with my tongue. My lund fully came out of her. I really do." I said honestly."Hey bitch," the black man in a head scarf said."Gee my reputation proceeds me," I said."Yeah come on lets dance," he said taking my hand. I let him lead me onto the dance floor. The music was too loud and too grating to do more than bounce to it. I moved some of the ways white girl typically do. I was about half in time with the music but I could quite get a hold on it.He moved around behind me and put his hands on my hips. I didn't know what he had in mind, but I.