Mom traverses her hair, and when my face is buried on her neck, I smell the scent of her raspberry body spray. It is my favorite of her, I have to resist the urge and brush my lips against the soft and seductive skin on her neck. Obviously, Mom has no such taboo. When I feel her lips on the skin of the neck under my ears, I pant before she moves away, I feel her soft and wet tongue popping up on my earlobe, Mom's back to Dad, her head buried on my shoulders, so I know Dad can't see it, but he is still thinking about something?