I remembered the feeling of the silks and satins of herlingerie on my hands as I gathered them from the clothes hamper readyfor the wash. I could now ...ee myself as I held my mother's knickers tomy face and I could still smell the scent of my mother on her underwear.Later, at secondary school, I remembered a crush I had for an older boy.The boy had seemed flattered by my attention and I smiled as Iremembered the day we had cut school and gone swimming at the beach. Wehad changed behind the sand. Ray-ray steadied her son, answering. "Here in this home, it is called sex. That is one way grown ups show they like each other." Does it feel good, momma?" Yes, Ben" Ray-ray, do you like it too?" Yes I do." He reached up and pulled Ben into a hug.Karl and Kurt had come over to be with Ben."Ray-ray, will I ever see my dad again?"Ray-ray glanced at Tiffany. She mouthed 'tell him.' "Ben, I don't think so son." Ray-ray, Dad used to make Momma cry a lot." Ben turned to look at Tiffany, then back at. ***I wasn’t prepared for her turning up at my door dressed as a biker chick.“It’s a fancy dress party,” she smiled to explain the leathers and torn T-shirt. “We’re going as Hell’s Angels. I tried to get some fake tattoos, but couldn’t find any. You think I’ll do?” She spun on the spot to give me a three-sixty view of her outfit.Would she do? Well, for me, the tight-fitting leather pants were just amazing. They hugged her thighs and bottom like they were painted on by an expert in perfect female. He was laying on the bed and his cock was still hard. I crawled up on his middle, placed his cock at the opening of my pussy and sat down on him facing him. I grabbed my cock and started to rock back and forth while pumping my cock. With this position he was hitting that magic place all of his guys have and I was cumming in just minutes. I was going to cum on his chest when he suddenly diverted my cock away from his body and I blew my wad on the bed spread.He later confessed he had a phobia.