I am the kind of woman that can have an orgasm if I have immersed myself in a magnificent work of art. Art inspired a sexual ache in me that was satis...ied by itself. I had felt the light-headedness and trickling wetness of my heated sex many a time in an art gallery and never failed to cum in front of a Van Gough. Except for the scent of arousal, and my flushed features, there was no way to tell that I had cum. Only once, in my life, did a man standing by me notice. He was dark and dressed. We looked at each other and smiled as I moved closer, gently rocking my hips back and forth."Mmmmmmm, babygurl," Derrick whispered. "Damn, y'all know how to get my blood pumpin'..." Oh, really?" I said."Yeah, girl," he said. "That body was made for fuckin'..."I kissed him and whimpered slightly. "Ooooh, Derrick," I said. "God, baby, you REALLY know how to get me goin'. You always get the best outta me because of what you put inta me..."Derrick slide his hands down to my ass and pressed me. Mom started to move around on my cock and that was all it took to send me over the edge. My cock swelled and then exploded with so much force, I pushed up into mom trying to get as deep as I could while my cock and balls pumped what felt like gallons of my hot spunk into mom's hungrey womb. Mom laid on top of me, my cock still hard and deep inside her. She asked me again how my first time was and I told her thaat my first time was not over. We rolled over so I was on top, my cock staying. "Danny....where are you......I hope you're decent," she calls.Mmmm not really I muse.....a PVC clad sissy....bound and gagged....no notreally.She enters the bedroom and gasps at the sight I present. To my surpriseshe does not get angry in fact a smile lights her lips. My heart misses abeat, is she going to help me.....join in....keep me in bondage....allthese thoughts rush through my head as she moves to the bed and takes outher phone. I assume she is going to take some pictures but she puts it.