"Oh, Christ!" Something wrong?" Fuck no! It's... perfect... I'm... so close..."I took a firmer grip on the soft flesh of her cheeks and pulled her hip... tighter against my face, while parting her fleshy folds with my tongue and darting deeply inside her. She grunted, then her breath caught, and suddenly she was gasping for air, her hands wrapped in my hair, pulling my head tightly against her as she ground her cunt against my face. I groaned from both pain and delight. She was literally gushing. I would sneak into my big brother's roomand look at his magazines and get this feeling that I really didn'tunderstand, but liked. I always seemed to linger on the pages that hada model in some sort of lingerie, the silkier and lacier, the better!After a while, I noticed that Mom had some pretty lacy, silky things ofher own! I was in the basement, tossing a handball around and it landedin the dirty clothes' basket by the washer. When I reached in to getit, I felt like I had gotten an electric. I gently brushed her breasts. And then her nipples, which were hard and brown. Her breasts were swollen and high: thirty-eight D, I thought to myself. # # # # # # # # # Greedily I thrust my tongue through the pubic hair to her clitoris and began licking. The gasping and pussy-cat purring sounds she made reached the lounge room, and Roberta said, slightly annoyed, "He did not do that for me. I think he is a bit freaked out by my, by my ... bald spot. Freaked out, is that the right. Next thing I knew, he’d bunched the sides of my panties together and jerked roughly upwards, pulling them taut and up into the crack of my ass. I felt totally exposed and humiliated. My cheeks (on my face this time) flushed red, as I could feel the fabric of my panties up tight against the swollen lips of my cunt, and rubbing against the sensitive bud of my asshole. I could feel myself start to get wet, and knew that those panties so cruelly wedged between my butt cheeks would soon be dripping.