Using the kiss as a pretext, I closed my eyes, shutting myself off from my mother's horrified gaze. Slipping an arm beneath her, I rolled us until we ...ere lying on our sides, maintaining the kiss throughout whilst I held her close. My free hand roamed across her shoulder blade, down her arm, taking her hand in my own and clasping it tight. The mouth that had at first been as still and silent as a grave had come to life, my mother's tongue lashing at mine, her lips sucking hungrily at my own. I. All the sweat and poop slime made a super slippery stinky lubricant. Gwen shakes and tries to stop what's happening, but cant "nnooo! Please! I haven't gone to the bathroom today. This is fucking disgusting!" My head treads forth into her anal canal. I can feel little bits of shit along my dick as it creep millimeter by millimeter into her smelly hole. I pull out an inch as mandy continues to like up and down my shaft despite the bits of poop starting to accumulate. I start to lightly, slowly. It darted and probed, setting me on fire. I imagined it in my pussy."God! You're killing me." I moaned pulling back a little. Her eyes were almost blazing. "I want your tongue in my pussy. Please, Lori, oh, please."She pulled back and reached down and unbuttoned my shorts. She pulled them and my panties down, and I stepped out of them. She slid her shorts down quickly. She wasn't wearing panties underneath them. As she stepped out of them I could see the crotch was not just damp, but wet. I. Jessie started taking off her clothes, first her t-shirt then her jeans. When Jessie unclasped her bra she made sigh of relief. She was very well endowed in the tittie department a 36DD, one thing she could thank her mother for. So it felt good to release them from their bondage, not that they sagged or anything, in fact they were quite perky. Jessie hadn’t bothered with panties this morning, sometimes she liked the way her jeans felt rubbing on her ass and pussy. Jessie kept her pussy.