I had just moved into my own place with my best friend, Mike, as my roommate. Mike and I have been the best of buds since our toddler years... he's l...ke a brother to me. And his mother, Jean, has always been in my life too, which meant a lot to me, because my mother died when I was three. But when the puberty years started, I began to notice just how fine a specimen Jean really is. And once I got older, around 18-19 years of age, I got hard just being in her presence. I wasn't a virgin... I. There they were. In the faint light he could make out her light blue satin knickers. They were his favourite pair to masturbate into. For Mark there was something about these faint blue knickers of his mother's that epitomised both her womanhood and her motherhood. He gave his mother a quick glance to confirm that she was asleep, bent down picked up her knickers, had a quick sniff they smelt wonderful, of her forbidden sex then he quickly left her bedroom and back to his own bedroom for a. You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the house and the thick fence on its left.It nicks your forearm with the tip of its claw and you curse at it, scrambling further back and finally pulling your rifle off your shoulder. The old thing is rickety, held together. After a few more delightful tours of her full, wet pussy, I settled into licking her clit, around it, up each side, then tickling it with the tip of my tongue. She loves oral, and this was no exception, and she pumped her hips up into my face.I was momentarily distracted by Marybeth’s voice, and looked over the see Mike’s head buried in his wife’s crotch. She was holding the back of his head, pressing him in. “Fuck, yeah, get that fucking tongue in there, lick my pussy, fuck, oh, that’s it,.