What are we gonna do?" You always get worried about nothing," Cissy said. She popped a French fry in her mouth. Grease ran down her chin as she chewed... gazing across the lunchroom at the redhead's table. "This could be our great opportunity."Pam was studying in the school library during her free period when a tall, husky boy sat down across the study table from her. He was chewing gum, and although she kept her eyes on her book, she could tell he was staring at her. He wrote something in his. I never acted on my feelings as i was certain my mother didn't feel the same way, nor did i want to tanish the relationship i had with her, or effect the relationship my parents had together. So i grew up, only dreaming of the notion something could ever happen, i moved out, got married and started a family of my own.Now i am 30 years old and my mother is approaching her 60th Birthday but i never grew out of the taboo fantasy i started as a teenager. To this day, i never thought anything would. Liz was quite well endowed in that she had apparently won the genetic lottery and had 32G breasts without having to put on any weight.No, Liz went for a perfectly respectful tight black pencil skirt and an elderly blouse she hadn't worn since sixth form. Underwear-wise Liz put on a her favourite black and pink polka-dot bra and matching panties with stockings and suspenders just as a little naughty treat for herself (maybe later) and some simple black high heels.As Liz dressed she came across. He flinched alittle with pain, then as he got used to it I inserted more of my shaft. Soon enough I could barely see half of my cock, then I retracted and then put it back in. I started humping, I moaned as pleasure struck me and raped me, I was near screaming, but not forming words. It felt outstanding, nothing made me feel this good, nothing.He started smiling and biting his lip as he moved forward and back to the rhytm of my humping. He reached back with his long arms and surprisingly.