It wasnt long before I came all over it, possibly ruining it for good with what seemed like a quarter gallon of white fluid. When I got out the shower... fifteen minutes later, I realized it was all missing, my uniform, the t-shirt, the phone! Gone. I thought I had locked my door but there it was, wide open. Fuck. FUCK! I made the walk of shame downstairs and to the kitchen. Aunt Jillian was making something on the stove. Hey, Cam Aunt Jillian, have you seen my uniform? I asked, seemingly. “It’s Richard’s son. His seventeen year old son, you stupid woman,” she whispered to herself. The need was gone and it had left nothing but guilt. Hearing the rooster crow seemed to come earlier and earlier for Missy especially on the nights where sleep wouldn’t come. She kissed her husband good morning, prepared herself for the day, and then went to prepare breakfast for the men. They had a busy day ahead of them. She turned the radio on low and was humming along to a song as she moved. I wanted to open my eyes but acted as if I’m in deep sleep & mom was actually licking my chest, nipples & my tummy as i sleep without any t shirt or vest….She thought I’m sleeping but when she came down to my 6 in dick which was erected to its most and was rock solid, she tried calling my name but i acted but then suddenly she said that i know u r not sleeping so don’t act and if u wanna have some fun then plz get up so that we can talk about it.After understanding the situation i got up & she. Eventually, my hand found its way to her sparse pubic hair. Like Francie, she shaved the lower lips but left a full tuft above her slit. She must have shaved before her date since what I found was slick and smooth. I caressed lightly over her lips and her pelvis rocked gently back and forth against the palm of my hand. I slid my finger back and forth along the rapidly lubricating slit and she began to unfurl. Soon, I was sliding between her inner lips and she was panting. I gathered enough of.