“Yep, you need a spanking,” you say, getting the picture. So you sit up and slap her playfully across the buttocks. “And did you see the way big...man Witherspoon told me to go remove my bra and knickers?” she asks you, looking over her shoulder at you with a gleam in her eye. “I just ran right off and stripped off my undies so that he could see whatever he liked. Such a bad little wife.” You stomach flips as she says this and you jump up at the provocation. “Why you little…” you say, grabbing. She loved the feeling of the loose, wrinkled skin draped over her nose.Marty loved every second of the feeling of his mother rubbing his dick all over her face and of his mother pushing her nose between his balls, smelling him there. He felt strangely powerful somehow; as if worshipped. His mother really seemed to love every inch of his crotch, feeling it against her face and smelling the scent of it.Suddenly Stephanie moved her face up from his balls; except she had her tongue stretched out. ”“And I’m about to become a grandmother?” Carol asked, rolling her eyes.“I’m afraid so.”“Ann Harris, I hope you realize that I only delivered our tenth a couple of months ago, and now...” This time Carol just sadly shook her head, but her eyes were dancing with excitement. “Does this mean I have to stop?”“What on earth for?” Ann replied. “From what I’ve seen, you’re on a winning streak. Why stop now?” Then she thought for a moment and said, “You’re sort of pushing 50, aren’t you ... Mother?”The. “Yes. Yes. You’re Marie’s friend, aren’t you?”I nodded in the affirmative. “Right, right, right, right, right. … I forgot. Sandra, right? Your name’s Sandra?”“Sarah.” Marie and I replied in unison.“Sarah? You’re Sarah?”“Yes. My name is Sarah,” I confirmed. Ken looked at Marie with an odd quizzical expression on his face. “ Then who’s Sandra?“There is no Sandra! There is just me, – I’m Marie – you, – you’re Kenny – and Sarah, who is there beside you.” Marie spoke slowly,.