I’d thought my dad’s was thick, but Clack had him beat. I hated Clack; I hated all cops. Even more than I hated cops, though, I loved dick. I cou...d feel my pussy going into gear, getting all wet and tingly at the sight of that piece of meat. “Look at her,” Clack said. “She’s damn near salivating.” His dick was working like a magnet on me and I couldn’t stop myself from diving forward on the floor of the van until my face was up against dick. “Good little pussy,” Clack said, putting his beefy. I could feel the cum that I’d had left there earlier.She said, “I guess we'll just have to try again until it goes away." I didn't want to give any argument, I was eager to be humping my mother again.“Are you sure you want to go again?" I asked half-heartedly.“Look,” she said, “The only way we can get any sleep is if you don’t have that thing keeping us up. This is all we can do for now, so let’s just get this over with.” Surprisingly, she was already half out of breath. I started thrusting. She began to giggle, and before I could ask why, I found out. She had gotten into Mom and Dad's hidden Pornos. Like having her magnificent body next to me wasn't enough, now I had to suffer through these cock-hardening skin flicks. We laughed and poked fun at the movies for a while, but we eventually grew quiet. She lay there on the couch next to me. She was propped up on her elbow using my shoulder as a headrest. Her legs were sprawled out on the couch totally exposing her mound of warm pussy.. She swallowed, took another bite and, again chewing, grunted and indicated that I could follow her inside. She opened the toilet door and pushed me in, telling me to take off all my clothes and wait. She locked me in and I took off my clothes and squatted on the cold,tiled floor. I considered masturbating while kissing the toilet seat, to have some anticipated, indirect contact with my future mistress, but I understood how I would be punished if caught in such an act on the very first evening.