He tasted divine and as I began to suck slow and steady on his flesh, I became intensely conscious of the desire, no the insatiable and undeniable nee..., to pleasure him until his balls coughed forth their creamy goodness. Through the thin partition, I could hear his breathing becoming more and more urgent as I worked him, thrashing his cock with my tongue as I drove him recklessly towards the release we both craved. I began steadily upping the tempo, my head bobbing faster and faster over his. "Gotta get my raincoat," he said, pantinghard from his sprint through the rain and up the front walk. Heshivered, clutching himself. Alicia whisked off his baseball cap, showering the oak wallwith rainwater. "Why didn't you wear your raincoat to school?" "Forgot it. Got a ride to school, remember?" He started forthe hallway, leaving a puddle behind. Alicia caught him. "Take off your shoes. Hilda's on vacationand I'm not going to clean up after you." The boy groaned and. Which I am, metaphorically speaking. Right now, that metaphorical freshmeat is in my arms. The harder I dig my dainty and not-so-dainty clawsinto Sherri's back, the harder she digs hers into me. It almost feelslike I'm clawing myself.Oh no. This tingling is starting to become familiar. I know what ishappening. No. Not here. Not now. Oh well, why not? The tremblingstarts. My elbows pressing into my ribs as hard as they can. My thighsclenching like they're trying to crack a walnut. I. As he got close, he could see the lips of her labia glistening with her wetness. Closer still and he caught his first whiff of the musky scent of her sexual arousal. He took a deep breath.“You like my horny perfume?”“I love it, Mum,” he said and gently extended his tongue and ran it the length of her labia. He heard her sigh and ran his tongue along them again. From as far down as he could reach, his neck bent awkwardly back and the tip separating the lips.This time a cry from her and he.