As he bites at the earlobe, then sticks his tongue in her ear, her moans egg him on. At the same time, the little voice in his head that’s saying, �...�Wait, there’s somebody weird in your house, and watching you make love to your wife,” is shrinking quickly until it plays no part in the decision making process. Mrs. Wallace, letting go of her husband’s tool, brings her hands up to his face, and brings him in for another deep, passionate kiss. As they tongue wrestle, spit dribbling out the side of. That snapped me out of my daydream, and I quickly started doing the work, trying to not arouse suspicion.'Huh what? Oh, sorry man, haven't done it yet,' I replied. Once I was confident that he was looking away, I returned my gaze to Miss Garrad. Today, she was wearing the black knee-length skirt, black tights, heels, a plain black shirt with a brown cardigan tied around her waist. Her hair was tied up. Suddenly, the bell rang to signal the end of the day. As my attention was diverted from her,. I found myself licking my lips as I stared at my mom’s tits.Her hands cradled my head as she pulled my lips to her chest. Instinctively my mouth surrounded her nipple and I sucked it gently between my lips. My mom’s moans spurred me on. I licked and sucked each of her tits and nipples. I was like a starving man at a feast.Her hips were rocking as I sucked her tits. She pulled my head tighter and tighter against her. I loved hearing her moans. They were so erotic. I wanted to continue to please. FIVE YEARS LATER"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled as I got home from school. She walked in from the next room and said, "Hi Claudia, did you have a nice day?" I nodded. My mom was in her late forties- I think she was forty-seven. She was a bit wide and had large breasts. She was actually shorter than me. At the age of fourteen, I was sixty-six inches, or five-foot six. I was pretty slim with B-cup breasts and long brown hair. Mom then asked where my brother was, and I simply said, "at a friend's house,.