Thrusting over and over into the depths of my pussy. I wiggled my hips, my cunt on fire for my son. I needed to satiate him. To love him like a good m...ther loves her child.I stroked him as he bunched my skirt over my waist. I leaned over the stove more, the stew nearby, steam rising through a small hole in the glass lid on the pot. My breasts shifted in my bra as I wiggled my hips.His hands grabbed my panties. I whimpered as he drew them down.“Mom,” he groaned as my pussy, covered by my thick. She looked "down" and saw herself still straining at the very edge of orgasm, past the point of no return. She gave a soundless shout of "no" and abruptly rejoined her body.She let out her held breath as a quavering sigh, and her muscles unclenched. Her pussy fell back from the brink, leaving it aching so badly as to be uncomfortable. It helped further mask the lust, allowing her to push it back with the now fading line energy.Melinda flinched when Heather suddenly whispered urgently, "Melinda,. For a couple of 13-year old guys it was a great summer day.Back in the locker room I was again caught short. I'd come with a bathing suit and nothing else. Tim shared his locker with me — we'd earlier stuffed all our clothes in there. At The Club, the men's change room upstairs had attendants with towels. The boys' change room in the basement had no such amenities — certainly no gratis towels for the heathens. Trying to emulate the behaviour I'd seen in the men's locker room in those days past. "Slut massage the fuck slaves breast while your kissing her." Gary demanded."That's it, play with her nipple." Now get on the bed."We moved to the bed. I hadn't noticed the three video cameras before, one placed each side of the bed and one placed at the end. Gary switched them on.We were told to lie facing each other and kiss. I was told to smile and enjoy myself. Ellie knew exactly what to do. She was running one hand up and down my body while the other caressed my hair. Gary told me to take.