" My cock is gonna be wearing your cunt in a minute, Mom." Oh, you don't like Mother's mouth anymore?" she teased, licking her lips lewdly."Oh, it'll ...ake that hot mouth, too." And Mother's asshole?" Wherever you want to get fucked, Mom." He watched her pull up on her cunt, wetness glistening on the puffy slit."Mmmmm, everywhere!" she mewled."You decide," he said, stroking his cock as he watched her."Well, I could suck that sweet thing, give you a nice blow job," she said in pretended. ’ Chapter 2 Afterwards, they lay in each other’s arms and Angela told him about Marcel. Her husband was was raised in a clean, protected environment. According to Angela, his mom had been a prude, stiff catholic, his dad, a selfish, rich fiend, that had raised a son with low self esteem and yet the arrogance of the rich. Marcel had been taught to value money and status, and since he had a sharp business mind, had graduated in business, ran and then inherited his dad’s businesses. ‘I liked him. The girls tongue was in her mouth, playing with her own tongue. The guy had gripped her hips, and was pulling her back. She didn’t want to move away, the bar girl held her behind the neck. Cathy felt herself coming, the groan caught in the back of her throat, the bar girl probed deeper with her tongue, then she was gone. Phil slowly opened the casement window. It creaked, protesting at being used. Then he stepped in, his mother tights over his face. He could smell her perfume, and that thought. It had two peep holes, one looking into the toilet stall to my right, and the other affording me a clear view of the two urinals mounted on the wall to my left. This way, I would have the best chance to see some naked skin, even if it was someone just taking a leak. I sat down and dropped my pants and underwear around my ankles. This way anyone entering the restroom could look under the stall and see I was sitting there, naked from the waist down. After sitting alone for about 20 minutes, I.