She just about died there and then, feeling his beard rubbing against heras his tongue traced the contours of her glans, and she was weak, all buthelp...ess under his sweet domination.She took one of his hands, separating the fingers and directing thembetween her legs, he let her guide him into the hidden areas there,pressing up and into her pelvis, gently probing her inguinal tunnels.That particular trick was looking like it was all new to him. Shame, shereally enjoyed muffing, but so many of. He deeply kissed my lips as his fingers explored my soft skin. He moved lower to my neck, kissing and softly sucking me there. Slowly, he unlaced the front of my bustier. His fingers felt the soft, full roundness of my breasts and then replaced his fingers with his mouth. I let out a sigh as he moved his lips down to my stomach. His hands were going up and down my hips, thighs, and legs. He unhooked the garters, carefully removed my stockings, and lifted the garter skirt from my waist. I felt. I had never really entertained sexual thoughts about my own mother. Sure, I had on more than one occasion admired the way she looked in some of the clothing she wore, and had indeed found my own mother attractive looking. But I'd never found myself thinking about her, particularly when I pleasured myself, which I very often did. Maybe it was semi normal for boys, even young men to occasionally fantasize about their mothers or sisters, but not having any, I'd never really done that, the few. My buddy Jerry called and asked what I was doing. I told him that I was considering going to the varsity football game later in the evening. Up to this point in my life, Jerry and I were best friends for 7-8 years. His parents knew my parents. This was the night that I would have my first encounter. Jerry asked me if I wanted to hang out later on and I said OK. After our conversation ended, Jerry's parents called my parents and explained that they were planning on heading out to Louisiana to.