He moaned and his hands that were holding her head moved to her back and then found her breasts. He squeezed and pinched her nipples causing her to m...an softly. He reached out and pulled her hips to him and made her straddle his face. They were in a 69 position now and he was looking at her black panties. His tongue licked her inside thigh and then move to the pussy. He managed to pull off her panties and she never let go of his cock.Now he was looking at a very tight lipped pussy that was. “I can feed-” Brent started to say as he stood. Emma silenced him with a slap to the ass.“Uh, uh. Remember, my house, my rules. Go wash,” she said firmly, pointing in the direction of the bathroom.Brent cupped one ass cheek as he kissed her quickly before heading to the bathroom. Emma went, nude, to the kitchen.As Brent turned on the shower and waited for it to warm, he heard the distinctive sound of kibble pouring into a metal bowl which clinked against the kitchen’s tile floor.He stepped into. I’d either never seen it because she’s changed her outlook towards me and finally revealed her loving side after more than two decades, or because she decided that it was more advantageous to have me thinking we’re friends. I guess only time will tell. Also like Ingrid, I too was (and still am) quite short. However, standing at 161cm (5’3”) tall, I was the tallest amongst my mother, Ingrid, and I. The height difference between us all was only within 3cm (1”) though, making it very. Her wet soft lips slid up and down my shaft length coating it in her saliva, while her hand gripped and squeezed and stroked my cock.For several minutes she blew me right there in her c***dhood bedroom, next to the stuffed pink bears, and her rosettes for different sports she had competed in, until i finally began to feel my balls tighten and knew i was close to cumming.Then suddenly her father poked his head around the door and asked "Are you going to be long? Only your mothers waiting for you.