As she spread her legs to allow me access to her I introduced a finger to that wonderful red slit. Her hips came up to meet my lips as she moaned with...pleasure. Soon I had two fingers inside of her hot, wet pussy. Mom's clit was rather large. Sucking on it felt like I was sucking on my thumb. It felt so good in my mouth. Sucking on it reminded me of the days when I had explored sex as a lad of twelve with my next door chum. It was his Mom who I often fantasized about now-a-days. My mom was so. Out of thecorner of my mouth I attempt to get my mother's attention. "Mom. Mom."Finally, she collects herself and stands and extends her hand."Jenny, it's nice to meet you," my mother says in a confused voice."It's a pleasure to meet you too Mrs. Quinn," Jenny says somewhat morerelaxed, I think."Please call me Charlotte. So, how did you two meet?" my mother asks,waiting for this to be some sort of set up."We met freshman year. I'm Katie Fahey's roommate. But we only startedseeing each. We had to go round and round on the Circle Line quite a few times for me to empty every last one of them of its pixel-froth. So I was very late for my day as Queeny Bitch's working girly. Which was when I got yet another shower-head cunny squirting surprise for waiting to greet me alongside Queeny Bitch was the worldy famous, bitchin', kickin' crew of King Dong and the Dongettes fresh from their Black New World Order Tour. Well, I went as wibbly as blancmange and as wobbly as jelly and my. The number of female gamblers we had on this trip taxed the capacity of the small lounge that had been set aside for them. Nevertheless, we had no complaint from the women. Apparently, they were thrilled that someone would make the special effort to cater to them. It was so seldom in the male-dominated world they lived in to find someone who tried to make them happy.The whole trip, Capt. Johnson mumbled to himself that he needed a bigger boat.Mary and Helen still took our children around to.