Since it is Christmas time, you reach in your pocket, take out a candy cane And slowly start licking it lengthwise, you the take the whole length deep...into your mouth while looking in my eyes. you are sucking and licking the Candy Cane like I want you to lick my dick. You come closer and give me a hard kiss , pushing your tongue deep in my mouth. I taste the peppermint on your tongue. My dick is straining for release. You reach down and unzip my pants . My hands go immediately inside your. Randy had a habit of poking me and my older brothers when he got mad. I took a step back, knowing it was either going to stop now or things would get worse.“You’re going to get out there and clean all that crap up.”I had tried to avoid any direct conflict with Randy, but I knew I had poked the bear, but not in any major way. I also knew that since a confrontation was an inevitability, might as well get it out of the way.“If you poke me again, we are going to have a serious issue.”“Oh, you’re a. I think I surprised even myself at how lengthy the story is becoming. It still has some way yet to go. Therefore, in order to maintain an interest I felt it best to post this part now. Should anyone feel the need for a part 2, feel free to let me know.I hope, given they are little more than a reflection of the thoughts of the slightly, older, more mature woman, this will not deter readers from enjoying the story.As always, I welcome your comments.My name is Maggie, a married 50 year old who I. I know where I can get some cream." Where?" I asked, wondering what she had in mind.I suppressed a gasp as my mother turned and reached for the opening of my underwear. Then with a giggle she reached inside and pulled out my rapidly growing cock. I moaned as she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock inside."Ahhhh," I gasped as she began to suck me. There was no hesitation on her part. She moved her head back and forth as I rested my hand on her head. I loved that she was doing it on her.