She got down to her knees and told me to open my fly. The second I did eight inches of pure rock hard meat flew out ready for attention. The look of s...ock and awe in my mother’s eyes was priceless. It took her a few seconds to process what she was seeing.She then leaned closer to me and took my tool in her warm hands. At first she was exploring it, just looking at it from different angles. “Ever see one this big before?”“Only in pornos.” She replied, still in a trance. “Your hands feel nice.”. He slept better than he had in quite a while as he remembered watching the step-siblings sex show the night before.He pulled the sheets down exposing his usual morning hard-on. He seemed to be harder and more aroused remembering the events from last night. He reached down and caressed his hardness, slowly running his hand up and down his hard shaft as he pictured scenes from the night before.He looked towards the window, but in the sunlight couldn’t see inside Liz’s upstairs window."Probably. Josh wasn't especially fond of school, but he always did well. He knew playing hockey required good grades. He was never a boy to misbehave much in the first place, but if he gave me a hard time, all I had to say was, "You don't pick up your room, I don't bring you to hockey practice tomorrow." He pushed his luck on that only once. He found out I wasn't bluffing.Unless he was on the ice, where he morphed into a beast I hardly recognized, he was very laid back and easy-going. Nothing seemed to. She was thus not only irresponsible, but also a defective witness.Luisa stood relaxed and blinked. Her pussy was still dripping mixed liquids, making a mess of her thighs and the floor but this was not important at all. What was important was Mr. Wilson's order. They were more than orders; they were the pillars that held her current world up. Mr. Wilson briskly took off his pants and his serious boxer shorts. There are not many things more amusing than a half-naked man still wearing his shoes.