Five. All my senses were working overtime as I let her push me back so that she could kiss her way downstairs to my growing banana. Hell yeah. Time to pound some serious Mommy pussy like the good Son I was. "Are you with us, Mr. Peterson?" Fuck that pussy, dude. Fuck it real good. Mommy pussies are the best pussies in the whole wide world and that is a fact. Just get between those firm thighs of hers and shove that big dick right the way up her slot. This was the absolute best way to relieve those big aching balls of yours. "Mister Peterson." "What?" I blinked as real-life gatecrashed my imagined party which faded frustratingly away just as I was about to mount my Mom. Miss Buford, late 50's, grey hair in a bun with sensible clothes was sat on the edge of her desk in front of the class smiling at me. "Wherever you teen are, I'm sure you won't find the answer to my question there. Perhaps you should concentrate on the here and now if you please." Mom had disappeared into the ether as she so often did these past few days as I sat up in my chair and picked up my Maths book to hide fuck behind. "Uh, yeah, sorry," I mumbled as I slid back down so that only the top pov half of my red face was visible. Shape up, Peterson. Don't give everyone the impression you're the loser they probably already think you are. I glanced up at the clock on the wall; half an hour till the end of class and an hour till my appointment at the surgery with Doctor Meadows and her sexy spectacles. "Good," said the teacher as she looked around at the other students, "Let's continue shall we as Mr. Peterson keeps digging that hole he wants to hide in." Funny. The woman had no idea how right she was. But as I shriveled up like a salted slug behind my book, I didn't notice the girl sat two rows in front indian of me glance over her shoulder to stare at my pathetic attempts to disappear with an amused expression on her gorgeous face. Mom was right. Sometimes it's not who you are or what you look like that matters. It's about something much more than that. Something called the whims and attractions of fate. Those two spunktastic weeks passed by in the blink of an eye despite my best efforts to make them last forever. Masturbating with Mom had really been something else. Each time with her had given me enough memories to sustain my immature libido for months, if not years, to come. It sucked major donkey dick that all good things really do come amateur to an end. That end being my follow-up appointment with the Doc. "So, Henry," smiled Doctor Meadows as she took the sheet of paper Mom handed to her, "How's life?" I gave a shrug. "Alright. The door was two inches thick, she thought, so he must be at least a nine or ten . . . As everyone started to file out, I caught Megan in the hallway, and lightly touched her shoulder. I take a big gulp. I don’t stop, I can’t, not when it’s this good so I just start sliding in and out of her while her tongue works its way into my mouth. While the one around her neck gently caressed her cheek. Let’s stop this.” Gradually, I drew one tiny foot from under the furs, kneaded it, the arch, ankles, the ball, heel. The girl at the wheel was in her late teens, a very pretty hispanic girl introduced to her at the funeral wake amateur only as her cousin—Samantha. Next he used the crop and slashed at her body from all angles fuck hitting all the spots allowed. Her tongue lapped at my folds around it as she wiggled it into me. The other two balls filled me up and... and... she managed to pop the third one in while her tongue fluttered up and down my slit. She didn’t complain, made no comment, as she helped me to my feet. I knew that there was a hundred-to-one chance that I had been the cause of it, that I had helped her become a happier person. Dammm that was a nice view. An easy access is just to click on the yellow highlighted “Doll1” at the top of this story. His left hand came up to my other breasts and scooped it out of my shirt. They sat in silence briefly before Chloe decided that this was her opportunity to get the ball rolling, so to speak. Yes! I stuck my tongue out and just brushed the top of her pussy and across the hood of her clit. I marveled at her shapely calves and thighs and my dick began to stiffen. I teen got to see a clear view of a pussy being spread wide open, and I had something they wanted. I noticed Billy's cock getting hard when at one point my chin was resting on his cock while I was still trying to untie the drawstring and it indian convulsed. Even though time was stopped for Sam, her body would still have physiological reactions to being pov stimulated.