Now, her son was licking her like a pro. Do I have Cindy to thank for this? Betty thought to herself as her son found her clit. “Yes Willy. Right th...re. Do Mommy right there. Lick me good!”Never before had Willy’s mother experienced the multiple continuous orgasms that her son’s mouth was affording her. She grunted with her pussy spasms telling her son lewdly. “Oh ya baby. Suck Mommy’s cunt. You are the best Mommy’s Boy in the world. Make me cum again.”Willy was enjoying himself. He loved the. I said ‘What they commented?’ She hesistated first but then told me that they are calling her ‘Ripen mangoes’. I was so busy in reading that I have not even noticed that she was wearing white T-Shirt and dark blue colored jeans. I was astonished to see her in such a avatar and removed my specs and just watching her. She broke my inspection by saying that ‘This is because of you.’. I smiled her back and said ‘Don’t worry.No stone is thrown on fruitless tree. And after all , ripen mangoes are. ‘Upon that misty night In secrecy, beyond such mortal sight Without a guide or light Than that which burned so deeply in my heart’ Her horse’s hooves pounded rhythmically on the dirt road. Every one of her senses seemed deliciously alive, she could smell the new grass, taste the moisture in the air, hear the smallest of night insects, felt the rough warmth of the cloak on her back. She slowed her steed to a walk as she approached the Grove, which shone like a fairy kingdom in the moon’s light.. Oh well, she grinned inwardly. I just hope there are no more Prince Short-boy’s in the audience, and she meant that in more ways than one. The last time she had tried to take an inbred, coddled mama’s boy to bed, she had ended the night satisfying herself in her own bed because prince Charming had had a little to much to imbibe that night… As she walked down the hall to the back door, she inwardly grimaced at the though of meeting these people. At least they were her father’s former business.