This wonderful lover and friend is my mom and I am not ashamed to tell my story. This isn’t a sick of perverted thing that you read about in a sleaz... magazine. Mom and I both love each other and have no regrets about what we have done. We have a bond stronger than anything could ever break. We are, friends, lovers and mother and son. This is my true story about my mom and me. Mom was very young when she became pregnant with me. She was living with her beat neck hippy family on a commune in the. “I’m so sorry, I don’t usually do that so quickly”, I apologised. “Oh no, that’s fine”, she said. “May I taste it?” She bent down and lapped, that’s the only phrase I could use to describe her action, at the bed covering and my leg and stomach and her hand, her tongue pink and very long, curling as she lapped. “This tastes lovely”, she then told me. “Is there more of it?” “There should be, as soon as my penis gets hard again”, I told her. “Can I do something to help it do that?”, she. Mary Ann announced him over the intercom in Ted's phone, who told her to send Mr. Baxter back.He shook everyone's hand when he entered the room saying, "Was that proof enough to our commitment to make this right with you?" It was an excellent first step," Jonathan said.Always the negotiator. Maybe it's my youthful naïveté or the fact that I wasn't part of the negotiations over the last week, but I was blown away by their proof of commitment. Wisely, I held my tongue."Excellent," Baxter said,. Harry went first, slowly pulling his boxers down eventually allowing his semi hard cock spring from the cotton material in full view of the room. I went next, pretending to give Harry a lap dance I removed my pantyhose and panties. The cream satin panties falling to the floor in the middle of the circle. Katie stood next, turning her back on the three of us, she bent over arching her back, she inserted two fingers in the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled the nylon material to the floor. Her.