. Eyyyyyeeeeee!" screamed Rhonda as her husband's vivid description of sexually perverse scenes with her being the sexual focus of all of that lust re...ulted in recurring explosive climaxes, her lust-filled body trembling in the throes of orgasms. Rhonda would finally collapse on Melvin's chest, her soft panting and flowing juices mixed with his white-hot cum, not knowing that her behaviors fueled her husband's fantasies of his loyal wife as a nymphomaniac slut.On Sunday of the first week of the. Then I stopped to realize that the lights were still on and the door was unlocked. What if Sis came back for something? I thought of suggesting that we go to bed, but I was afraid that if the spell of the moment was broken, I might never get it back. I looked down at Mom, lying there on the sofa with her skirt up to her hips, her beautiful naked thighs wide open, her pussy, covered with a triangle of crispy curly dark brown hair, waiting for me to penetrate. There was no way I was going to. He led me into the school building and into our class.It was empty obviously. I now had a good idea of what was going to happen. I stood outside not wanting to go in. He pulled me inside and locked the door. I walked backwards saying ‘ Baby, please. No. Everyone’s outside. If someone comes in? ‘ I asked. He smiled and said ‘I don’t see how when I’ve locked the door. If the teachers search for us our friends will make up some excuse. Today I’m not leaving you until I fuck your brains. Ian stopped. “Mum go away. Please go away.” That was not an option. I went to his bedside and just pulled him to me hard against my chest and held him whilst he continued yelling at me to go. I didn’t and he slowly calmed down sobbing now at what must have been for him a betrayal of him and maybe even his father. Gradually his sobbing stopped as I relaxed slightly my hold on him. I lay next to Ian on his bed, cradling his head on my shoulder. I actually wanted to tell him all about Teresa but.