Today she was wearing a short denim skirt that hugged her hips and then flared out to about mid-thigh. Her tight-fitting white blouse showed off her c...rves. Thin strips of ruffle decorated the neckline and the edges of the super-short sleeves. Her long black hair was bound at the back of her neck with a white band and then dropped in long ropy curls down her back. A pair of open-toed shoes with a medium-sized heel completed today's outfit. She was much more sensibly dressed for today's heat. I know you want to be buried in her underage cunt.”She licked up my throat, gathering up my jizz. Her pink tongue sliding over my skin made me shiver. She crossed my chin and reached my lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, coated in spunk. I groaned at the flavor of his salty jizz as we shared our incestuous passion.Mr. Coburn moaned at the sight of us kissing. He stared down at us, his hand grabbing his softening cock. He stroked himself, watching us snowball his cum back and forth. I felt. Mom went into what she called her period of mourning, which lasted until the day the divorce papers were signed. Then she became a 'woman about town.' Two or three evenings a week she'd bring some stud home for the night. To me, they were just a different bunch of people staring at my ass and tits. When I got to be old enough to stay home alone, she'd do all-nighters at a guy's house.And it was on one of those mornings, when I woke up in a vacant house while Mom was snuggled up against some. His fingers followed the path of the strap, along my arm. He pulled the other strap down as his mouth trailed kisses down my collar bone and skimmed the curve of my breast. I pulled my arms out of the bra straps and reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair. He tugged my bra down, and I could feel his lips circle around my nipple. I gasped and moaned as I continued to drag my fingers through his hair, drawing his head back and them pressing my breast into his mouth as I felt teeth and tongue.