Anticipation, excitement, and—for Ashley—nervousness hung in the air. The parent and c***d looked to the psychologist for guidance. She gave it.�...John, kiss your mother.”The college student, without hesitation, leaned into Ashley’s face. Holly’s hand released itself from his as he motioned. Her other hand went to laying flat against the middle of Ashley’s back. It was a preventive measure in case she hesitated. It was needed, as the blonde flinched and tried to back up. “I love you, Mom,” he. Her tight heat pulsing around him pushes him over right behind her. He groans and collapses onto her, breathing hard.Her hands drift over the back of his head and down over his shoulders. Soothing. Calming.He rolls onto his back, keeping her tight in his arms. Her head drops to his shoulder, her hand curling on his chest.Her fingers trace little circles on his skin. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Sam," she murmurs.He tightens his arm around her, but doesn't reply.Taking a deep breath, she continues.. So you've never had a real size cock to make you feel like a woman have you?"Karli looked at her with her eyes wide."How big is real size auntie?" Baby if you don't have a good ten inches sliding inside that pussy then you haven't felt anything."Karli laughed and felt her pussy tingle at the thought of that much of anything inside her hot little pussy."You can take that much auntie?" Baby, I love bigger cock than that. We girls can really stretch our pussies. Regular cock means nothing to us.. His hands run up and down her back, to her face and hair, pulling her closer still, wanting to feel every inch of her body against his. He rolled her over to her back, his lips never leaving hers as their kiss continues, tongues playing, teasing each other. As he holds himself above her he reluctantly ends the kiss and stares deep into her eyes in the dimness of the room and whispers, “I want to touch you.” A moan escapes her from somewhere deep inside as his hands begin to slide a seductive.