"He gave her a wry smile, "Well you wouldn't want to do that Sweetheart, it's not becoming a beautiful young woman to have a wet spot in her pants." T...en with a big grin, "Especially there!"When his feet finally hit the ground, her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him down for a kiss. It wasn't the kind of kiss you'd give to a friend or relative. She put a full on lover's lip lock on him and wouldn't let go. Her mouth opened slightly and she hesitantly poked her tongue out to lick. That was the question.Estelle Thurman, Suzie's mother, came to see him at school the next morning. She was a short athletic woman who wore her auburn hair in a pony tail. She was in good shape and had an ass to die for. She sheathed that ass in tight pants, like the ones she was wearing today. She pulled what might pass for a football jersey out of her bag and held it up for him to see. It was in the school colors of purple and orange and, in big letters across the back were the words "PORTER'S. We kissed again and I drove back to the Spencers’ to pick up Jennifer and Josie for the drive to Chicago.June 1984, Chicago, IllinoisThe drives between Milford and Chicago had become routine, though I wouldn’t be making them nearly so often in the future. I took the opportunity of over five hours on the road to raise the issue of our relationship and how it would work. We discussed and debated everything, including our ideas for raising a kid. We discussed some practical matters and finally,. I thrust my tongue into my mother's pussy. I sank deep into her, soaking in her depths. I loved the feel of her snatch writhing and convulsing around my tongue. I came from this naughty hole. Now my tongue was back in her, wiggling around.“Oh, that's incredible!” gasped Mom.“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, rubbing my face into my mother's twat. I savored every last moment of this. I reveled in the treat of devouring my mother's pussy cream while my own orgasm built and built.Mildred's tongue brushed.