. One day back in 1998, on a day when I ditched school and left for home during my junior year of high school. as soon as I got home my clarity was in...errupted from a shallow whimper coming from my mother's room window, I ignored it even though I thought it was strange, but I continued on to my room window, I walked around to my window because I did not have a key at the time so I would have to enter my mother's house threw my room window, as soon as I got in my room I heard my mother give a. "Mmmmmmmm, I sure hope I get a lot of this today" she softly said as she lowered her head, and slowly licked my shaft. She asked what I had been thinking about to cause such a hardness, and I told her about reliving the memory I was in. Her face flushed a little, as them memory flooded her mind, and she smiled up at me. "That was a fun time, wasn't it? I wonder if we will ever get to meet Ron again? I sure wouldn't mind being between you two guys again." she said softly, and then fully devoured. It was my REWARD! Then he pointed to the cum and said, “Lick it up, girl. No hands!” It was sheer humiliation, but I got on my hands and knees and cleaned up the mess with my tongue. Although it was demeaning, I did, at least, get to savor it more than when he shot it right into my throat. In a while the doorbell rang. Carl told me to get it. As I went to walk, he grabbed me by the arm, and said, “You better make him believe you are a female. Keep that little cock of yours from getting out of. I stood and gathered her in when she turned and kissed her until we had to part in order to breathe. By then our bodies had gotten to know each other reasonably well. She had firm and active buttocks and a slim back with a deeply trenched spine. Also, by then, a rhythmic creaking was coming from the next room along with some deep-throated grunts of effort, repeated over and over in a regular pattern that seemed to be accelerating."Undress," I said to her quietly, patting her butt. "Stand," I.