And I jumped on my son’s lips. I showered hundred and hundred bequest of kisses on my 19 years baby boy’s lips and cheeks. I painted all his face ...ith my lipstick. His face glowed with my saliva coated lipstick. We hug each other and rolled many times on bed. Some time son was over me and some times I was over him. My chignon opened and hairs brushed our faces.Every time when he was on top of me, he tries to PIN me down, but I foiled his attempts by showing him my soft pink tongue and turning. "Let's go find out who you are. I'd like to know who I'm going to marry," I said."I agree. I want to know my name for the license."I thought my dad was going to vomit. He said, mostly to himself, "I need to get the carpenter busy on the new room, right away."Why it never occurred to him to just stick her in the Orphanage ... No. He couldn't...Wendy's fingers!'Yup.' She thought at me.I grinned.I bowed to Wendy, she curtsied to me. She went through the door, my dad muscled his way between us, I. He stared at the sticky substance, wanting to throw up, but knew he had no choice. He raised his hands to his lips and proceeded to lick off the combined juices until his hands were clean.Alex and Kondo remained erect, as Alex knew they would. The big man seemed surprised, but as they couldn't talk he wasn't sure. Alex kissed his neck, and then proceeded to kiss back down to Kondo's nipples, licking and sucking them again. He kissed further down, stopping to penetrate Kondo's navel with his. I just sat on the toiletand used my hand to bring myself off. I caught my emissions in my lefthand and sat and stared at the puddle of spunk in my palm. I thoughtabout Marsha. I wished that she were here with me. I know it soundssick and disgusting, but somehow I felt compelled to eat my cum again,knowing how pleased Marsha would be if she were here. I fell into thatpattern. Eating it became a part of my little ritual. I started doingit every night. Then it went to morning and night. I.