I took a deep breath, unsure how this would go.“I want to talk about this with Col, but I know that if I do that, I will have to include Mutti Frida...too, as she is so involved.”“And?”“Well, I know you and Mutti Frida exchange recipes, but I suspect that there is more to your relationship than that. What I want to talk about is pretty personal and I don’t want to embarrass you.”My mother nodded but stayed silent for a few seconds.“Will, thank you for talking to me first. Once again, you are. You lick your lips and spread my cum across your tits and stomach. Your eyes sparkle as you smile up at me."mmmmm..." you purr. "That was goooood." You wink at me. "But you've made me all messy now. I'm going to need a shower." You lead me into the bathroom and make me sit on the ledge next to the sink, facing the shower. The marble top is cold against my naked skin, but I am soon warmed by the sight of your pert arse teasing me as you slip the shiny leather boots off. You then unclip your. "Tit for tat," Mrs. Norman said after masturbating herself to orgasm."What?" Jason mumbled, the shame beginning to set in, after his orgasm. "I gave you an orgasm, and allowed you to eat my shit. In turn, you haveto lick my ass clean, and I'll do something else for you." His stomach now beginning to turn, Jason licked around her asshole, absorbingall the traces of shit that remained there, then suddenly he was startled asMrs. Norman shifted position slightly and a hard jet of piss flooded. The friends she did have were all 14 and 15 years old and in Saint Johns. Due to the nastiness (murders) last semester, the mothers didn't feel comfortable allowing their daughters to go to Lansing. Besides ... that Wendy was 14 and this one ... who did look like a grown Wendy ... was 18 and had papers to match.I had a bad feeling about this. I didn't want to live with Wendy's parents ... I'm sure they felt the same. But, I didn't want her living at home without me.Mom and Dad still thought of.