She woke up still tired, but somehow lighter inside. She felt different somehow; yesterday’s inner whirlwind had calmed, leaving only the one strang... emotion tingling along her nerve ends: Anticipation. She surveyed the entire contents of her closet with dissatisfaction. The only non-library clothing she had was a flowery dress she sometimes wore to family gatherings or the rare occasions when she still attended church, and she wasn’t about to wear that to work. So she shrugged and selected the. Both our tongues collided with each other and began every inch of our mouths. I grabbed mom’s ass cheeks and pulled her off the table. Mom put her legs around my waist as I bucked my hips into hers, fucking her standing up. I carried her over to the sofa and threw her on it.Mom’s sweaty face and her saliva coated lips gave her a slutty look. Mom bit her lower lip and looked at me lustfully. She got on all her fours, pushing her ass up into the air and air kissed me. I spat on my hard dick to. “I hope I don’t smell or taste too bad down there… like I was saying, this morning was a rush and I didn’t get the chance to shower…”“You smell so bad it’s divine,” I said… “If you were my woman I would never let you wash again.”I plunged my tongue between the folds of her pussy lips, and licked as deeply as I could into that wondrous, soft wet and musky place. My hands had found their way up to those very stiff nipples, and I began to pull and squeeze them between my fingers quite forcefully.. Do you want to go now, or wait for the end of the night?”“Are you going to sing anymore?”“Probably one more time.”“Then we can stay for you to sing one more song to me.”“What song?”“I don’t know. Surprise me.”We sat quietly and listened and sipped our drinks for another eight or ten songs. Brody tapped me on the shoulder and held up my song list. That was his way of asking what song I wanted to do. I stood and leaned over to him and named the song. He looked at me and then at her and smiled. I.