<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Chanel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Just Me and My Mom </em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/7c/ab/dc7cabdb74a76cdc1d6025cf763016ef.jpg)</div><br/>I can't help the eyeful of breasts in my face as my mother steps up to me, virtually pushing them into my face. I also can't help my tongue tracing slowly over my lips as I look at them, the momentary thought of what they would be like in my mouth, or the sudden clench of my belly as I imagine it. I tear my eyes away and up to her face as she brushed my hair over my shoulder, sending a shudder of strange desire through me.<br/><br/><strong><em>“My dear babygirl…Just how would you know about the size of your brother’s cock?”</em></strong><br/><br/>Of all the times I curse the blush on my pale cheeks, it's now. It takes a lot to make me blush when it comes to sex, but in the face of my mother's question, I feel the flames licking my cheeks. How do I know? Because I've had it in my tight, wet cunt more times than my mother is old? Because I've had it buried in my throat, my tongue all over it, tasting him coating my mouth? Because it's taken me so hard and so fast that it spews burning hot cum deep into my body for me to hold inside me forever?<br/><br/><strong>"Uh....I might have....seen it....a couple of times....."</strong>I say with a shrug, trying to act nonchalant.<br/><br/><br/>