The house was quiet as a cemetery. Her tense muscles began to relax. They were probably already asleep. As quietly as possible she reached into her pu...se, looking for her house key. The porch light wasn't on so she had to fumble for it. She froze like an ice sculpture as the key slipped out of her hand and landed on the wooden porch. She clenched her eyes, cowering, waiting for the porch light to come on to hear her fathers gruff voice ushering her into the house and the stern lecture that. "Tongue fuck you in the cunt, Mom." Oh, you should have told me!" Denise squealed. "I'm a sucker for that."He looked op at her. "Mom, you're a sucker for more than that. You're one hell of a fantastic cock sucker."Denise laughed happily, lifting her legs and draping them over her son's shoulder. She pressed her warm, sleek inner thighs tight against his cheeks. Her eyes burned into his, her fingers clutching the cushion with eagerness.Robert leaned forward, kissing his mother's stomach just. I looked at his small body and released that what i was doing was right, instead of letting teenage boys grow up only being able to look at porn and not realise that a women is a loving being that can give pleasure and thats it fun to have sex and not some seedy thing that boys have toread on scraps of porn mags they find. i lent over him with my tits above his face and let my back arch and i took up pace riding his penis hard and his body sniffed up i grabbed his head raised it up gently so he. The inner conflict between my innocence and my demons had distracted me for longer than I had realised. I was awaken from my inner musings by the sound of someone opening the bathroom door. In the feeble moonlight I could see that, Mrs dixit was trying to figure out if she could let some light in to the bathroom. She seemed scared of closing the door but she was unsure of using the bathroom with me sleeping in plain view. She couldn’t see the couch, as it was shrouded in darkness but I could.