His soft lips brushed gently against mine as it probed into my warm mouth with his moist, soft tongue. I felt the joy uprising in my soul as we kissed...deeply and lovingly. I felt his arms warped around my cold, aching body, warming it up so much and made me feel safe and loved. I felt so comfortable within his welcoming warms, so loved. My fingers ran through his hair, as we explored each other’s mouths. I loved the feeling of his soft hair; it sent tantalizing electricity through me.We kissed. I shuddered as she slid her tongue across my shaft, licking me from tip to base and back up. She softly kissed the side of my shaft before letting the tip of her tongue slide across the rim of the head. I don't know if I grunted or shouted or made any noise at all, but I distinctly remember having to grab hard at the couch to brace myself from the almost nbearable pleasure as she opened wide and lowered her mouth onto my cock.She managed to take in about half its length before I felt her gag.. .. I guess so.” Rory's voice was not its usual confident self. Jean tightened the towelling robe she had donned and pushed open the door.Rory was sitting propped up on his bed wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, and a typical teenager, his phone welded to his hand as his fingers flew over the keys.“Can we talk, son? I think we need to,” Jean said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. “What you saw... what we both did, is nothing to be ashamed about. You are a young man just. She jerked her head up and looked at me with those bright green eyes pleaded with me. I sat my beer down as she turned and grabbed the belt. I rubbed up against her against the island. I took the belt from her and tied her hands behind her back.“Your going to suck my cock like you did Greg’s but probably better.” I reached around and squeezed both breasts hard. “If it’s not good enough, I will put belt striped on these tits of yours. You understand?” She didn’t answer.“I want to hear a Yes.