Mamma was Mamma, I decided. Moira was different. Having really great sex with Moira definitely made things different...Mamma was always there, except ...hen she was at work. Most of the time, she was busy with me – making sure I got food, getting me to do homework, cleaning the house and trying to get me to help, washing my clothes, helping brush my hair, making sure I brushed my teeth. But we also talked. She'd ask about school, and try to help with my homework. She'd ask me about my dreams when. His long fingers pressed briefly into the cage of her ribs before he slid his thumbs into the deep, heated crease created by the weight of her breasts. Her short fingernails elicited a series of shivers from him as they scraped along his skull and she squirmed rhythmically on his lap as he broke their kiss to chafe her chin with his teeth. He inhaled the scent drifting from her as her body heated with arousal, a combination of lusting woman and something flowery and he wanted to push his. She knew what her son had done to me, and it was turning her on! "Bet he enjoyed that ass." She said before lifting my legs into the air, leaning down and sliding the tip of her tongue around my asshole, to lick up the cum that had seaped out. She reached up and began stroking my cock, while rimming my asshole. I was already about to burst. I had never had my asshole rimmed before and the feeling was amazing! She pulled her tongue away and wrapped her lips. ” I followed him into the basement where it was empty. It looked a lot like a dungeon. I was kind of excited to see what he had for me. There was a lot of things hanging from the ceiling and tables and stuff. “Are you claustrophobic?” he asked me as we walked into a room. I shook my head no, and he nodded. “Would you be okay tied down?” I nodded. “Have you had any experience with bondage or vibrators before?” he asked. I shook my head. He looked behind him, and there was a chair looking kind of.