When she was out, or even if she was just in another room in the house, I’d raid her hamper and take a deep whiff of that intoxicating aroma. I can ...till remember my 15 year old self, trying to place the nuances of her smell. Even now, it makes my mouth water a little. Had I not associated the fragrance left on those many different panties to being hugged tightly around my mom’s pussy, I think it would have been unpleasant. But this was the exact opposite of unpleasant—it was heavenly. At. I went that evening, he was sitting in the room, she was wearing a brow nighty and she came to me and kissed me and gave me cup of copy, after that we were watching TV, she slowly put her hand on my thighs then came to my dick by this time mine was hard then I was start squeezing her boobs, that was very soft she was not wearing any bra, then we started to kiss lips she was playing with my tongue, then she left to room she was spoke to her husband, then came back, she put a BF CD.They have a. She dismissed him with barely a word, waving him away before she had even left the bed, even refusing his offer to put away the clothes she had discarded the night before.She had been amused when she woke to look down and see the sleeping Lionel, his hands clutching at one of her shoes, his face still shrouded by her panties. She’d told him to go, knowing he could get a shower and a shave in the executive washroom at the office. She followed him shortly afterwards.Allison had plenty of time. So, I began to mimic the mouth movements of eating a mango on your pussy lips and clit. You take leave of your senses with wave after of pleasure from multiple orgasms. You look me in the eyes and say, “I’m so proud of you baby boy.”I love Mommy/Son play as well and your scene is amazing. I have another in mind that I will share… On either my 15th or 16th Birthday, you stand before me in a very unassuming terry cloth robe all wrapped up. You tell me, "Son, you are becoming a man now. I have.