I spent a few seconds beholding the magnificent sight of her juicy pussy; her well trimmed pubic hair glistening in the dim light, her moist pussy lip... spread invitingly, and a deep musky fragrance strong and over powering, me close to her. I gently kissed her pussy lips. I closed my lips around Preeti pussy lips and started sucking like a mad man, biting her moist labia and pulling them with my lips after a few sucks I would bury my hungry tongue inside her tasty pussy-hole; pushing my tongue. Katie (my mom) was thirty four years young, stood five feet eight inches tall. She is a brunette with blue eyes and has long legs and large breasts. As usual, I dropped off my school books on the kitchen table and opened the refrigerator to pour some Vernors Ginger Ale into an ice filled glass. I then added a tablespoon of vodka to the mix and stirred. This would relax mom and ease her strained muscles from a day of sitting in the same position, sewing for hours.I took the drink down to her in. Kids usually get over jet-lag easier than adults anyway, so he wasn't concerned. He was working on a consultancy report in his office and kept an eye on the clock, deciding it was nearly time to wake up Cathy when a pitiful cry was heard from her room. Hank rushed in and found her sitting up in bed crying inconsolably."What's the matter Pumpkin?" he asked. "Did you have a bad dream?" No," she wailed. "I, I, I wet the bed." Indeed she had. The bedding was drenched."Is that all?" he asked. "I. Lifting her head, she groaned and let it fall back on the bed, no pillow catching it. "It's in my head," she said.Turning fretfully to her left to look at the stranger who brought her to his apartment, actually the upstairs of a house on the border of posh Nob Hill and snorted lines with her and fucked her and smoked the cocaine stuffed at the head of the cigarettes, reluctance became pure horror. She hopped out of bed, naked. Her right side felt sticky where the blood coated it. Her one night.