She told me she was sorry we weren'tcloser and how she admired my courage to come out to her even though Ishould have done it years ago. We talked for...almost an hour and whenshe got ready to hang she told me she loved me, something I hadn'theard in years from her. After we hung up I began to wonder whatbrought all this on but I was happy in that at least I may still havesome form of a relationship with my mother. The phone conversationswith mom grew to be several times a week and each was. It would be perfect. But how would we go about this, do you just ask any guy to screw you.” I felt Mandy shudder in my arms.“No I couldn’t do that!” Mandy’s voice shook. “That’s not what I want anyway, I want this to be our baby.”“So do I honey, but you’ve probably noticed by now I’m not built for that. Somewhere along the line we need to rely on the male of the species. We could probably get ourselves into an AI clinic.”“I know it sounded stupid but there is a way I could have your child, in a. “Didn’t you notice how much I enjoyed licking your arse?”“I love the way you say that,” she said. “My aaarse. You were licking my aaarse.”“I want to lick your arse again,” I said, pulling out of her and manhandling her onto her front. She lay flat, defiant. I smacked her rosy, blushing buttocks.“Harder,” she said quickly. I slapped her bottom as hard as I could and she yelped.“Kiss it,” she ordered, and I gently, lovingly kissed her buttocks before parting them again and pressing my face into. With hot squeals, Shari stood up on the couch, straddling her mother. She used her fingers to open her sugary cunt, and offered it to her mother’s mouth. Janet stared at her daughter’s cunt, seeing Shari’s small clit bulge, her pink cunt-lips begging for a tongue or cock. Janet slipped her hands up the backs of her daughter’s thighs, cupping her tight, small ass and pulling Sharis pussy to her mouth.“Oooh, suck my cunt. Mother!” Shari groaned as she wormed her crotch to her mother’s face. “Suck.