The almost jet-black hair seemed to have grown so much in the last month. Accustomed to shaving her under-arm area she wondered if she ought to be doi...g something about the hair on her pubes. She knew her mother shaved herself down there and thought she might ask her about it in the morning. On closer inspection, she saw that the fabric covering her bush was being made more transparent by an unaccountable patch of wetness. In the coming weeks, she was to discover that this wetness appeared. She let go of my hair and pushed my head back up and smoothed down the hem of her dress. She smiled down at me and the reality (her face) brought me right back! My face was shiny covered in her juices and she told me to clean up. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and shook my head. I just ate Donna to orgasm and my wife, hell I hadn’t even thought about that, was probably getting fucked silly at this very moment.I wiped my face and realized I was “All in”, now! At this point,. I knew that, but my brainstubbornly told me that it was. Shaking my head didn't help, mybrain kept saying 'home, my home, I'm home'.Nervously, I pushed the gate open. A large swimming-pool lured meto the side of the house."SURPRISE!" shouted a large crowd.People climbed out from under tables, behind trees, doors and allother places. I knew I'd never seen them before, but stillsomehow, I knew them all as relatives and school friends. We'dall gotten a law degree last week. A sound of breaking. . I don’t taste that bad at all, do I?”“You know that you’re tasting your own mother, too, right?” I winked at her, making both of them laugh as they knelt to share my private parts between them.“In case you missed, my dear, I’m not exactly put off by that notion,” Brenda snickered as she took me with her lips and tongue, lathering me with her spit.“Nor am I!” Miranda agreed, sucking my balls for a moment while her daughter pleasured my prick.“Mmmm ... ball sweat ... let me lick it up!” Brenda.