I felt her warm breath on my butt as she inhaled my ass again. "Spicy, flavorful, intoxicating asshole..." she mumbled before pushing her tongue deep ...nside. I sighed. As always, I was hard. My cock was throbbing as my mother massaged my prostrate from the inside. This was a daily ritual in the Whittan's household. Every morning my 52 year old mother would have me, her 22 year old son strip naked and then eat my asshole. I was not allowed to masturbate or even to touch myself. I was not allowed. ” I complied and pushed off my trainers before pulling my jeans down and letting them drop to my ankles. “You filthy fucker, you aren’t wearing underwear!” I hadn’t gone commando deliberately just one of those things. She came closer and regarded my now fully-erect cock. She looked up at me and smiled. “I like your cock.” All of the panic evaporated and I dared to hope that things were about to go my way. “I should be angry with you… but I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, I’ve seen you. Cassandra growled as my lips and fingers took her to the edge of pleasure, and as she tipped over into orgasm, I felt her weakening. As her climax raced through her body, I held her in place, pushing her back against the shower wall, to help me hold her up until it passed.Cassandra soaked my face with her juices, and came once more before pushing me away. I could tell she never expected anything like what we'd just shared, and the thought of where I'd taken her pleased her very much. As soon as. Susan not only enjoyed it, but she looked forward to it with the same degree of anticipation as most women viewed Paris."Where are you off to next?" We're heading out to the Congo," John answered. There was a major problem with hunters taking bush meat and killing off thousands of animals."Sounds dangerous," William said."No more dangerous than the Amazon Basin was," John said. The danger didn't come from the animals, but the people who lived there."You're lucky that Susan shares your passion,".