He licks in lips in savage anticipation as his eyes settle on those fully erect, jutting nipples that looked to be as hard as a pair of freshly minted pencil erasers standing out proudly from the dark tangerine tips of her areolas.

Again he smacks his lips as he dreams of what it must be like to once again roll his tongue over those elegant, stately nipples of hers sucking them deeply in his mouth.

"Well what does my baby think of his mother's tits? Should I be worried honey?" Her voice is gentle and soothing like a quiet summer rain. She bats her long, languid eyelashes at him. In...