With each tongue stroke, it seemed his self-confidence was growing… and so was my lust. My son’s tongue was driving me wild as he pushed it deep i...to my cunt. Then as I looked down, he raised his face up from my pussy, and with his lips and face glistening with my juices he said, “You really taste good mom.”I just groaned, “Thank you honey,” and then he pushed his tongue back inside me.Even though this was his first time, my sweet young boy was giving me the pussy licking of a lifetime. Then,. I’ve had that problem my whole life. I’m too trusting, too quick to agree, too easily talked into things. I guess I learned from my many mistakes in judgment… but the price I paid for that knowledge was very, very high. Eventually, I became a recluse at the ripe old age of twenty-one… never trusting a man… or another woman, for that matter. Women tend to display a wee bit of jealousy around me. And I don’t know why. I’m not a threat to them! In all of my life, only one person has seen me for. On our next visit I found us a semi-private room that had glory holes. My intent was for the openings to be used as a method of view. Under her clothing, she had on a sexy fire hydrant red pvc strapped ensemble. Since we were not home, the availability of toys was not an option. I would have to blindfold and cuff her, then rely on my own organ as a prop. I was alternating between her mouth and pussy. She always had a tendency to get a bit loud. A few times I had to say "shhhhh" to her. Her tits. But now, Reddy had comfortably laid back on his berth. Around 30 minutes had passed by now. But still, Reddy hadn’t made any advances on my Kavita. I couldn’t understand what was stopping Reddy.Even Kavita had now laid on her seat. Kavita again looked at me and saw me pleading with my eyes. It was as if I was begging her to make a move. I looked at Reddy and found him staring continuously at my wife, Kavita. Reddy stared at my wife with pure lust.It was as if we both were pleading to her with.