Mmm, my baby-slut. I raised you. I've masturbated so many times thinking about this. Yes, yes, yes.”I licked at my wicked Mommy's pussy. She was so ...onderful. I was so glad I had both my parents to love and please. My tongue swirled up to her clit. I sucked on it as I rocked back into Daddy's thrusts. Another orgasm built in me. He kept fucking me, controlling himself, giving me pleasure, rewarding me for being his good girl.My hands wormed beneath Mommy's ass, squeezing her cheeks as she. As she waited for the water to fill up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. Zoë stood about five foot five, with long dark brown hair and a very pretty face. She was wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair maroon and white Nike shorts that complemented her well. Her eyes were each different, a stunning combination of green hazel and ice blue. Her breasts were average size, Michael guessed, about a 36 C or larger. He found his eyes wandering lower to her ass, and a very fine ass it was.. I remember feeling so much anticipation and fear and shame as my youngfingers pulled a slim white cigarette from the pack and held it cocked bymy cheek in a feminine salute. What was I doing? What was I thinking?Standing there in my mother's night clothes, masquerading as a woman andpretending to smoke like one. What right did I have to be more than Iwas? And why did it feel like more? What was wrong with being a boy andgrowing up to be a man like my father?I thought about my father and. I looked around the table, half-way expecting to see some sexual activity amongst my fellow players, but they all seemed to be mesmerized by Bob and me."Well, big boy, it seems I have something of yours."Bob's hands were actually trembling when he claimed his prize. I thought I might get some action in return, but he simply slipped the panties down my legs, and I stepped out of them. He picked them up and walked back to his chair. He hadn't said one word.During the last refreshment break, Julie.