”“Dude, I don’t want to fuck my mother. Is that even legal?”“You’re eighteen! I don’t think you’d get arrested. I bet she fucks really...good!”“If you want to fuck my mother, that’s your business. I don’t want to have sex with her. That’s just fucked up.”“You’ve always said she doesn’t really act like a mother. Dude, we should fuck her! You could fuck her ass and I’ll fuck her cunt. She’d fucking love it! We should just sit in the living room with our tight boxers with boners and see what she’d. " he pulled out his keys and they'd caught some of the lace in Jane's panties. "Oh, uh..." he laughed with a little embarrassment."Oh wow!" Jane giggled. "Gonna use my panties for new key chain, Josh?" Uh..." he carefully removed the stuck keys and handed them to Jane. "Um, no." he laughed nervously and we said our goodbyes."Where are we going?" Jane asked me, turning to face me and I slipped my arms under jacket, hugging her close."Ummm ... You ever sleep in a tree house?" I asked Jane,. Instead my cum splashed against my stomach and ran down her hand. We lay there for a few moments. Trish kissed my cheeks, as she still held my cock in her hand. “It’s enjoyable isn’t it?” she whispered, after a few minutes. “Enjoyable?” “Yes,” she replied, “getting into cuckolding.” She added with a kiss. “Just wait till we really get down to it.” I gasped and turned to her. There was a smile on her face. “Well as far as the edge anyway.” She said. “That will depend on where the edge. We had talked about it at great length. Now she was going to go out to see if she could pick up a guy at a bar. I was turned on by the thought of her getting fucked by other guys. She had only been with me. She was now showing more confidence and femininity. The thought of her getting fucked was hot as was the thought of me fucking a used pussy. Since we were new to this, we didn't plan anything out. She was dressing up and going out. We would text each other as things happened. She dressed.