Bending, he licked my clit and stuck fingers into my mature shaved, wet pussy.His tongue and fingers drove me to sensational heights that I’d never ...xperienced before. ‘Oh my, where did he learn to do this?’I caressed his head gently as he worked his raspy, fat, young pink tongue in concert with his nibbling lips. My taste and smell and flaps of female flesh were a feast for my son. He was a teenage motherfucker — and he was mine.He stood and took half-a-pace forward, touching my labia with his. ‘There’s nothing like having a man who can’t get enough of eating your pussy, is there?’ ‘It’s pretty amazing,’ Shelley agreed, her cheeks flaming red. ‘I found myself wet all day just thinking about Tom’s tongue in my pussy. It got to the point where I’d start cumming as soon as he stuck his tongue in my pussy and I wouldn’t stop until he did,’ she said, laughing out loud. ‘Sucking him was different, though,’ she said, shaking her head, ‘and it still is, in a way. I mean, at first, you know,. My heart sank. Not only was my classroom right next door to that of the Love Of My Life, there was absolutely no way he’d not notice, therefore blowing my cover of sparkling/witty/capable/not-lacking-in-common-sense woman, well out of the water. I looked at the clock, time was on my side, he was usually considerably later than me, so maybe I could get it cleaned up before he arrived. Quickly, I set to work. I grabbed a cloth from the sink in my classroom and dropped to my knees and started to. We were in Catalonia – or maybe it was Tuscany. A very fit young trapeze artist joined us and, long story short, they went off together.”I’d opened a bottle of Merlot, and now filled glasses for Jazz, my wife, and me. We considered the girls to be a bit too young, although when there was just us, the girls were allowed a little wine with their dinners.“Anyway, it’s lovely to see you both,” I said, smiling. I wasn’t being false: Jazz and I had history – albeit about fifteen years previously when.