Still, he couldn’t get it out of his mind. He could still taste her milk and feel her nipples in his mouth. Mother’s nipples in his mouth were lik... no other feeling in the world and he had enjoyed it. He had loved the feel of her soft lips on him and the taste of her mouth as he kissed her deeply.She was so feminine and soft and being with him that way had been the most erotic event of his sixteen years. The truth is he had no desire to be with a woman except mother, so why was he so enamored. She placed her hand in my pant and felt me. Since her husband was to be back it was all for the day.She works in a women’s parlor and one day I was going for a function so went to her house and asked for a facial which she had promised me she would do. Since we were family friends her husband did not mind. When I reached her house her husband was not there and she had on a short nighty just above the knees. I was in shorts.She started the facial and sat on my lap applying cream. I realized her. She in return rolled over onto her side and began to rub and pull on my nipples. We giggled as girls do, laughed a little then jumped up, ran into the lake and washed any signs of our love feast off our bodies. We played in the lake and her brothers, like zombies, watched until we came to shore, dried off and dressed back into our clothes. It was weeks later that I realized I hadn't seen Jenny in a few days. It was harvest time, days were getting shorter, Jenny was preparing for the fair, I. Dee sobbed; tears started to trickle down her cheeks. “Hey...!” she gasped. But she couldn’t get any more out, as Tom slapped her again and again. Although she continued to writhe, she really wasn’t struggling any more. She recognised Tom’s superior strength. And it wasn’t just his physical strength she was submitting to; it was a greater determination, a will stronger than her own. Her writhing took on a really erotic undertone.It almost appeared that she wasn’t squirming to get away from the.