She held my face tight to her pubic mound and moaned, “Oh yes Ronnie, that’s it lick your mommy, make me cum, eat Daddy’s cum.” I didn’t min... the wet hair or the strong smell or any of that; I just wanted to lick my mom’s pussy again. “I’m cummmmmming baby boy!” She almost fell but I held her tight and pressed her back against the counter. Her housedress covered my head and her thighs were wide open. My knees hurt as she jerked and climaxed into my mouth. I wanted to tell her to pee on my. We had a little talk about it. We'll love you no matter if you're our son or our daughter." "Th-Thanks." John said sniffling. "But this is all such a surprise. I always dreamed that you'd act like this. Always dreamed you'd take it this way." Wiping away the tears, John watched as his mother went over to the wardrobe and pulled out a pretty blue dress with a red leather belt and matching red heels. "Why don't you try this own and then come downstairs, Jane." John only nodded as he took the. I waved my hand over the table that was outside our shelter. Two small bags appeared full of all that I had been thinking of. Stepping to the edge of the bubble I started to throw the seeds that were in the bag all the way around our camp.Nodding I snapped my fingers watching all the seeds dig down deep ‘til they might be needed. Grabbing the other bag I pulled out a single flat piece of metal. Waving my hand over it, it soon split into thirty two identical pieces. Motioning I watched all of. You did that on purpose. Maybe I did, maybe I didnt. He shrugged and walked off. I rolled my eyes playfully and finished washing the dishes. Kamille, your mom called, she said shell have to pick you up tomorrow. An emergency at work came up, so youll stay here tonight. To this day, I never heard of a work emergency when it came to her job. She ran her own website and baked in her free time. She probably went out with her friends or had a date and didnt want anyone (including her own daughter).