Your mother leaned toward me, taking my head between her hands, kissed me. Her tongue slid into mouth, exploring. Our tongues intertwined and, as sh... pulled her tongue out, I slid mine into her mouth.Both women were moaning as your mother rubbed her chest against my arm and I continued diddling Lorna. Eventually your mother pulled away and undid the last buttons of her blouse, taking the garment out. Once more she grabbed my head between her hands and guide my mouth to her tits. I sucked. Young as I was and facing the unknown of giving birth, I had never felt safer. With Pat and Ellie for moral support and Mom to help with the practical side of things, I enjoyed the last weeks of pregnancy. The olive oil rubs were a daily habit for both of us, along with sharing the cooking. Patrick was more helpful than ever, even suggesting we get some live-in help. Art Benson came to our rescue one evening when he knocked on the door after supper.He held his old Stetson hat in his hand and. I shifted to last but one row which was totally empty asked her to shift her seat to back seat as the other lady can have comfortably sleep by stretching the side seat. She was worried if bus guys or anyone notice or says why she has shifted her seat, I said as most of the seats were empty and no one cares and it was around 12:00 pm, everyone in good sleep, she moved to last row of the bus and I asked her shall I? Most of the seats are empty no one cares. She agreed and changed my seat next to. Trying to slow your fingersdown you scream out, "MASTER MAY I CUM?". Looking up you see what appears to be a few thumbs more up than down andyou release yourself, your pussy tries to contract and you feel the tug ofyour pussy lips as they try to close over that imaginary cock, and you actuallyfeel yourself spurting as you really are physically shooting your cum out ontothe bench. A small trickle of your own cum runs down your crack to the buttplug/tailin your ass and you feel your sphincter.