I thought that it was a pretty cool trick so I tried it. I'd been at it a while when mom caught me. I must have been crying as he held me up in her bi..., strong arms. "I'm sorry, mommy. I didn't mean to do bad." She laughed and hugged me close. I still remember the smell of her hair. "No, no little Amos. You have done no bad. It is not a bad thing to learn from your elders. Come, see what else I can do and see if you can do the same."We walked to a cliff-side where she pushed her hands into the. Fingers spreadin ya puss...each stroke of my tongue makein the juice..run down the crack of ya ass...take my ring finger..an slip it in ya ass...a lil past the 2nd ...digit lubed the finger befor I put it in so I knew you was wid it...middle finger to the g spot...pointer to the clit...independant fingering while tonguein ya clits...hood.........ya wet from reading this..imagine time with me...yes I'm that good...a woman has to have have hand an mouth cordination to knock down this. “And still I never ever thought of my mom even being bi-sexual honestly,” I said.“Well, maybe Jeanette really just brought it out of her. It may just be an 'X' factor thing you know? There might have just been something about Jeanette I guess,” John replied.Then we kissed again.“Well what are we waiting for?” I asked.Then we both got up and made sure to get a look at my mom and Jeanette fucking each other. They even left the door open. Not wide open, but halfway open though. So we both made. I desperately raised myself on my toes. I took his face in my hand and kissed his lips hard, nibbling on his lower lip and moaning. “Yes! I WANT YOU TO MAKE MORE!”His eyes widened. I had just screamed that line loud enough for the entire floor to hear. I looked away again, blushing, not able to understand the feelings I was feeling. I used to get annoyed if my mother or father used my coffee mugs at home.And here I was begging a strange man to make coffee and feed it to me through his mouth. He.