He wanted only to feel my mouth on his shaft. I was sucking hard and taking him as deep as I could without gagging. He liked the slurping noises as I...sucked really hard on the out stroke. We were both moaning when we heard the main bathroom door open, and he whispered to me to keep sucking his dick and stroking mine, but to be quiet. Scott’s dick was still sliding in and out of my mouth and over the whole time we had a visitor, his pace slowed significantly. He would occasionally thrust. I waved vaguely at a chair while thinking, My mother will go nuts. A gipsy, loose in the house! But it was the only way I could keep that wondrous face in view, even though it had me all a-tremble.I fumbled with a mug and the coffee preparation, and again her voice wafted around me, "You don't live here alone, do you?"Somehow I managed to stammer where my parents were."I imagine it's lovely there. So hot. No sugar, thank you." She had seen me scoop into the bowl with the teaspoon. I turned. Oh, since she was six or so. Her mom knows and thinks its all right. Her mom is from Sweden. That explained a lot. Is the whole school into sex with their families? It was a smart assed question I really did not expect an answer. No, she answered in a serious voice. I bet about fifteen of the kids I know are doing it with their dads, Moms or brothers and sisters. According to one of my study books, over eighty percent of the families in the US experience incest in one form or another. Most of. Both had heard of French kissing, but neither had thought to try it up until then.That, it turned out, was an even better way to kiss!Bob choked in what would have been a groan loud enough to have been heard by the kids. He hadn't been expecting this. But then, of course, he hadn't been expecting anything else that had happened, with the possible exception of a kiss or two. Trudy had done this for him a couple of times, but hadn't liked it.Her mouth felt like a furnace, and the way her cheeks.