”“Anyway, he saw my work history seeing my rise through the same business over multiple decades, and said, ‘Do you prefer Peter, or Pete?’ I t...ld him either would be OK?”“Did you really tell him that?” my mother said.“Ruthie, I didn’t want him to think about it, before he sent me away to talk to the next guy. OK, any of you can call me anything, OK?”“So, what happened next?” Ruth asked, moving over to sit on his lap.“He asked me about my family, saying he had met you kids previously,” he said.. She was clearly not new to the club scene. ’11:45 pm.’ I replied. I said nothing else. I liked playing this game. If they didn’t want to talk, neither did I. It was fun watching them squirm anxiously, waiting for the first move. But she was different. I couldn’t resist. I needed to taste her, to feel her, to smell her and see her, all of her, at every angle she could manage. I ran my hand over her knee, squeezing it gently and running it up her thigh, massaging it tenderly. I watched her relax,. "How did I miss all of this?" I asked myself.I knew she was worried about becoming a little thick in the middle over the last years but I didn't realize how much it bothered her. She was feeling older, fat, unattractive, unsexy. She was wrong.She stands a little over five-foot-ten tall. She always was--and still is--a busty, curvy brunette with shapely, firm hips and a really nice ass. Her breasts are big, luscious handfuls and still very perky. With a nice wide smile, plump lips and high. I never knew that the smell of a woman?s cunt could be so fascinating. I had always known the cunt and ass as dirty area from where women excrete. But the truth was entirely different and with my lips buried into my mother?s hot pussy, i didn?t feel any repulsion.?Lick her cunt!? A call from behind pulled me out of my trance.I protruded my tongue and licked her cum dipped pussy, running my tongue along her open slit. A large lump of a mix of male cum and pussy juice entered my mouth. I tasted.