. mmmmmm, lick me."Well, I loved licking her just as much as she enjoyed me doing it! My tongue worked its way down her pussy slit until it was runni...g circles around the wet opening to her pussy. I loved the taste of my mom's pussy. It was so much stronger than the younger girls I had oral sex with like my cousin Kristi or my roomie Jen.That seemed to be true in general of older woman since my Aunt Linda and my mom's friend Tammy were more like my mom. I think part of it was just the fact. Then I told her to walk to the bar and get me another beer, and pointed out to her that no matter what the men would do, she had to let them.She raised and didn't even try to pull down her dress which was around her hips.At that point I knew I had found a real slave girl who wanted to be humiliated in front of strangers.She walked to the bar and stepped between two ugly fat men. She leaned forward between them and asked for a beer.Of course their hands were on her ass in seconds. They squeezed. Our apartment had been converted from what used to be a store and we had a large street-level storefront window that was about three feet off the ground which allowed curious people walking down the sidewalk to look in on our foyer. In the foyer, there was a bench built along the wall beneath the window, so that anyone who sat there you could be seen from about the middle of their back up to their head by passers-by. It was more of an oddity than an invasion of privacy as there was a door that. This fuck did not compare in pleasure to those that Jenny and I had, but there was no question that I was enjoying it. Mrs. Jackson continued to pant and moan as I continued to stroke. Finally, I felt her begin to tighten up in preparation for an orgasm. This was enough to bring me along, and we came together. I was startled when Mrs. Jackson screamed in pleasure. Oh, well, there was no one to hear us, so it made no difference.I considered it pleasant enough and an entirely adequate fuck from.