"Yes, Mom," I grunted. "I'm glad! I'm proud to be your first woman! Now just pull out and pushin the way it feels natural. Not too fast, though. Make ...t last. Oh, youfeel so good in there, honey!" It felt tremendously good from my side too. My cock was more arousedthan ever before, and every thrust was pure pleasure. Mom felt very hotinside, which (I have later learned) meant that she was as aroused as Iwas. Soon we were in a steady slow rhythm to keep me from coming too fast.Mom pulled my. Please. Please, yes,? I whispered.And it was a surprise. Instead of cold lube being rubbed into my hole, I felt a hot tongue wriggling against my rosebud. I gasped. My God, he’s rimming me! I thought. He had always said he’d never do that. I moaned and leaned into his tongue, trying hard not to come on the spot. Not only did I not have permission, but I wanted to make this last. He gently ran his tongue up and down my crack a few times, then flexed it into a hard little spike and pushed. I oiled my hands and started massaging her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, eager to be sucked. I teased and stretched them even more between my thumb and fingers as her hand massaged my balls and throbbing cock.“Gently,” I whispered. “Look it’s turning purple and leaking, and desperately wants you, babe”.“Yes, put him in now please, deep. I need you”.My hand moved down to her protruding mound and gently moved onto her fully blown lips. So beautiful, so wet, and so. “You’re not going to go away, are you,” Liz asked.“Seeing as how Anthony and I and my sisters are getting married, no,” Sar-Rah replied with a sympathetic wince.“M-m-married? You and your sisters? As in plural how many are there?”“Well if you include me there are seven of us.” At her statement Liz stood the staring at her silently mouthing the word seven to herself. “You need to go get dressed for school, Liz. I’ll be going with you today so we can talk and so I can register myself for.