It was about 10 years back when my mom was in her 30’s and I was 18 years old. My mom was a very fair lady having a figure 36-30-38.I start thinking...about my mom in a different manner when I accidentally saw her sleeping without her bra with erect nipples over her nighty. I use to think about her and start masturbating.I was always curious about talking to someone about my mom.So there was a friend of mine who use to give me porn those days, but as he was a family friend so sometimes he used to. I love going down on a woman, exploring her every wrinkle, fold, and scent. I love the feeling of a woman orgasming with my tongue on her clit and my fingers in her pussy, as she clamps down on my hand and floods my face with happy juice. It's a good thing. On my kinky days I even like going down a little lower and licking her rosebud. Get enough tequila in me and I’ll bury my tongue deep in her ass and fuck her with it. But aside from a little college exploration that never really went. Next she sat me in a chair and went to work on my face, telling me whatshe was doing and why.My breasts (my?) felt really heavy and distracted me somewhat, Chloewas telling me how she was altering my facial features using silicon,making my nose and cheeks similar to Nichola's, when she was satisfiedand checking on the most recent photographs of Nichola she thenproduced a syringe and plumped my lips up to match Nichola's cupid bowlips, she stood back and grunted "looking good, what you think. They asked to guess their name, I started to tell the people’s name I met that day, She said she came an hour ago and I was confused and gave up.I kept silent for a while, she was reluctant, my shots had come, I drank one and threw the other on her, it ruined her dress and i turned around to have a look at her but she turned around facing my opposite. She shouted for ruining her dress, She was wearing shorts and t-shirt. We were by the pool side, I hugged her and asked her for her name, and.