You are forever mine in every way.” As she closes her eyes, he begins kissing her. Her forehead, her lips, her eyes, her cheeks. Running his hands o...er her body. Softly caressing her breasts. Following his hands with a line of kisses. First, each breast, squeezing them, sucking her nipples; one, then the other. Knowing, at this time, all she needs is his tenderness, not his dominance. Continually holding back his urges to move faster he continues kissing down over her abdomen. Taking his. I'll make you drink gallons of my piss."My mother lifted her legs and put one stocking-clad foot on the washing machine and the other against the tiled wall. Leaning back against the wall her entire crotch area became perfectly accessible to me. I lapped lusciously and thirstily through my mom's entire juicy slit from bottom to top, starting just above her brown, dirty asshole. I just wasn't ready for that YET.But I WAS ready for some manipulation with my fingers, as I started rubbing her. "Of course not, the way it was done wouldn't leave any physical evidence; there is one possibility, but it may already be too late to find it. You'll have to ask the medical examiner. You have of course considered the possibility of, shall we say, professional involvement." My, you really are being direct here, aren't you?" I asked. This was definitely not what I had expected."There is little point in being evasive at this point," he said. "You have – quite literally – a smoking gun." Then why. Looking down and seeing the remains of a shattered wine glass, she looked around in concern. Not seeing anyone she went back in the house to get her mother. Noticing her mothers door was closed, she knocked quietly getting no response. She tried the door and found it locked. She knocked again louder, still no answer, knocking again rattling the door handle. “Mom”, rattling the door again, “Mom are you in there?”, rattling the door again and starting to worry further, “Mom are you.