After she was gone, her smell would linger in the air. I found myself fantasizing about her. What would it be like to kiss her, to touch he... face and feel her body against mine and breathe her into me? She excited me in a way that no woman my own age had ever done. My hormones had been raging since I was about 6 years old so I had plenty of opportunities to lust after someone. This was a whole new level of erotic for me! Her name was Jean. She was not a perfect. He even tore some part of my panty.The first thing he did after he saw his mother womanhood is take a good smell of it. He then wasted no time to caress and kiss his mother’s mound as for the first time I had a tinge of sexuality in my body as he kissed my pussylips. It was then I realized I was sweating even as the ceiling fan was running in full speed. I couldn’t do anything else but to enjoy as he performed oral sex with his mother’s vagina as I slowly parted my thighs to give him access to. Everywhere. During the five months there had been no indication my parents were even looking for me. No missing person reports had been filed. No question had been asked back at Grady Hospital or anywhere else. Bobby concluded they must have thought I just ran away. I had just had my eighteenth birthday so I could do that, legally. Thus, since it was such a thorny issue, it was easy to let the weeks slip by and do nothing. At some point we would have to let them know I was ok, but not today.. " As I pleasure her, words cascade over me. "Polizac mi." A rising crescendo. "Kurwa mac." Her pelvis is bucking frantically once again. "Zrobic mi z." She's screaming at me between pants, her hand pushing downwards on my head driving me into her bucking pelvis. "Polizac mi." My face is thrust into her drenched soaking wetness; my nose lost amid soft folds of flesh, my tongue lapping frantically at the sodden gash before it. She has both her hands on the back of my head; her thighs have.