" and her hands wrapped around Trish's head and held it while Trish found her belly button and swirled her tongue around in it. My prick was hard agai..., and I found myself stroking slowly. Trish's ass was high in the air and I bent over and started sucking one of her cheeks. She glanced down at me, then lowered her mouth to that long haired bush still moving in a slow circular motion. Francis had her eyes closed, her breasts were slowly bobbing up and down , right and left. I reached between. “I’m choking for you to do it,” she finished.She was slick on my tongue when I lapped at my mother’s sex. The texture was silk, her gasp sending another thrill through me as I went at her, licking the bean before I worked my tongue into the opening.“Oh fuck,” my mother moaned, writhing, her essence on my tongue.“You like it?”My mother squirmed and sobbed out she loved it. “Keep on at my clit, Aidan,” she groaned. “I need to come, darling. I’ve been so worked up all day. I’ve been thinking about. He gave me no respite and firmly grasped my buttocks spreading them wide to help open my cunt wider for his deep insertion. I locked my ankles around his neck and dug my fingernails into his ass to let him know I still had claws.He turned me a little sideways and spanked my left cheek hard leaving his fingerprints there so deep that they could still be seen the next morning. I have to admit I loved it and hoped he was just beginning and not just giving me a lesson in the proper attitude to an. I don't know why it had instantly appealed to me. I had had no urge tobe submissive, I'd never considered the role or thought about thedifference between a woman and a man. Perhaps that was why my marriagehad failed, and internally I justified even thinking about it from theperspective of 'wouldn't it be nice to know what it had been like forher?'.The blurb was intriguing. The session promised a full make-overprofessionally done, then lessons on deportment and being a wife,followed by some.