I took my time, lapping, licking, nuzzling, exploring. I sucked on her fat, wrinkled labia. I nibbled on her clit. I thrust my tongue deep into her ho...e, swirling it around.My lips and chin grew sticky with her juices. My mother's juices. My cock and pussy both ached and throbbed. Wicked thrills ran through me as I tongued her. I pleasured my mother, my face pressed into her pussy, her pubic hairs tickling my nose and cheeks and chin.My excitement grew. I clenched both her butt-cheeks, my cock. He always made sweet love to her, seeking to pleasure her, and enjoying it when he brought her to orgasm. She had never known a more thoughtful lover and she sought to please him too. Because she was such a beauty other men often asked her to have sex with them and she did, honoring the Geisha tradition. But gradually it became apparent that her heart belonged to Livingston, and the other men backed off then.Private Bronski quickly learned to behave better, and he no longer abused the girls so. I then felt the unexpected pleasure of Helen's warm mouth engulfing my manhood.She began to bob up and down settling in to a nice steady pace. I was nearly sent over the edge as she stroked my shaft whilst continuing to bob up and down on my swollen member at a faster pace. The inevitable happened and she brought me to an earth shattering orgasm.I was beginning to wonder if this woman was going to be the death of me, one way or the other.Helen decided to stay in the room and relax as she didn't. The following day they again worked in he garden, but shortly after they had been returned to their stables , I observed slut 1 being led back to the house by Mrs Hooper. I kept a slight distance, and gradually went to the closed kitchen door. I could hear a vigorous spanking, and then the usual thanks. I then heard Mrs Hooper ordering the slut to kneel between her legs. ?You would like to lick my pussy, wouldn’t you?? She asked . ?Yes please mistress? was the reply. I smiled at the mental.