“Good. And, thank you for everything.” “What did she tell you about that?” he asked disarmingly. “Were you here to see Cynthia or Cindy?” ...e answered with a question. Cindy was Alex’s nickname for her mother when she was in slut mode. Kevin was letting Clayton know he knew about their threesomes. “I guess she told you everything , then,” he said. Clayton rocked back at that, looking impressed. “Well, I hope you’re here to see Cynthia.” “Definitely. To tell her about the engagement,” he fibbed.. Then, shoving her dress up past her ass before she could protest, I hastily tore her panties off and flicked my tongue across her puffy folds.Mom gasped and made a half-attempted effort to push me away with her hands, whimpering, "Please... Ugh... Caiden! Ugh... ugh... ugh. This is... oh! Is... ah! Innn ...cest!"Mom's pleading became silent as I continued my assault on her pussy lips, and when my tongue tickled her clit I felt her hands no longer pushing but pulling at my head. The faster I. ”He chuckled, stood, and eased his long cock from my playfully clenching asshole. “Yes … that … always. But I meant for being you.” I stood, turned and looked at him not understanding. I quickly sank to the floor to suck and lick his cock, then he handed me a hand towel, one of several he now kept in the bottom drawer of his desk. My asshole gaped so much after he fucks me that cum just flows out. I spread the towel on a chair in front of his desk, sat, and demurely crossed my legs but my. Tired of an autumn it was too colorblind to apreciate, it was ready for winter. Ready to pounce.For a moment I thought she would do it. Her hand steadied and came up. I kept my vigilance. The lack of blood in her head finally took over. She suddenly went still. Pupils dilated.An unusual moment of silence hung between us. She was on the cusp blacking out. I knew she wouldn't mind, but I couldn't let that happen. There had never been a plan, but that was not part of it.I loosened my grip on her.