My body spasmed as a ripple of pleasure radiated from my pussy throughout my body then ending at the crown of my dick.The pressure built at the tip.�...I’m going to give you so much cum,” I moaned. “Mmm, you will drown in it.”Faoril’s brown eyes flicked to mine. She sucked harder. Her tongue flicked across my crown while her fingers curled inside my pussy. My eyes widened as she found the special spot along the top of my pussy wall.Her fingers massaged the bundle of nerves there.Intense pleasure. Sure she was under age, but she sure didn't look it. She was 5'6" with hazel eyes, short brown hair, luscious 36C breasts and the firmest ass you could ever feel.Though she is 28 years old now, she still has the same body that she had in her teens. She doesn't strip much anymore, but does on occasion. My friends would always come over and make comments about how sexy my mother was. At first I was kind of mad at them for looking at my mother that way, but I eventually grew used to it and. "What kind is it?" Oh, just the kind that I've used for years and years." It's so nice," he said. "Let me have a sniff. I always know when Grandma has come and visited us, because the house smells so nice." He stood behind her chair and started sniffing, while she smiled indulgently. He brought his face close to hers and gave her a kiss on the cheek from behind. Then he kissed her neck."Stop," she said laughing. "You're tickling me." The last thing she wanted her grandson to do was stop. Every. And Mom...”“Yes, Tee.”“We’re NOT doing that big industrial wedding. Thousands of dollars, okay?”Mom fingered the fabric, a natural linen. “Should be white.”“Ask Johanna. White is only ONE tradition. This is very Celtic.”“But you’re both doing the same thing...”“I know. Me and my new sister-in-law. And Kimberly started the dress style. It’s kind of a community tradition. You’ve seen it before.”“I thought it was beautiful. Quirky, but beautiful. Just never imagined you in it...”Me.The ceremony’s.