She looked older, and yet somehow younger than what they had been led to expect--particularly Alice--from Roger's brief comments about he wife. Her lo...g, jet black hair caught in a twist on top of her head, her face, almost Oriental in the slanted effect of its huge dark eyes, hinted of strange mysteries in hushed boudoirs.When Henrietta Antrim spoke, her voice sounded rather raucous, with that rasping hoarseness of many years of chain smoking and drinking habits that had long ceased to be. Then on her belly, with her ass pushed up and seemingly ready for me to lick. Her little bud puckered and pulsing with each movement. Seemingly begging for attention. Wow, did I ever want to bury my face in that bitch’s puss and ass. This went on many summer days all through school for a few years even as I went into college. ~~~She was known for her hand-sewn clothes. She was quite adept at this. She would make us summer tees and shorts, all of us, her and dad included. When she would sew. I wasn't sure of what I was going to do with Bullet during tonight's show, but the thought of sucking Bullet's big doggy cock was making my pussy wetter than ever before. So that night after my parent's left, I went out to the backyard to smoke a blunt with C.J., then I started to get dressed. Since tonight's show was going to be special, I decided to wear something extra sexy for my fans. Instead of wearing my normal t-shirt and booty-shorts, I wore my black leather mini skirt, with the. The helmet did not need any extra moisture. I remembered mum’s words: “Was I going to be a good boy and cum for Mummy?”. My speed quickened, it did not take long as I shot all over my chest, some of my spunk even reaching my face. I reached for the toilet roll in my bedside drawer and wiped myself dry. I turned on my side and slept.My alarm woke me at 6.30 a.m. Monday for work. I had been dreaming about mum. I could not remember clearly except seeing her beautiful, perfect breasts. I was erect..