You moan into the phone as I slide inside of your soaking little pussy you cover your mouth. Your friends mom asks if your okay? She asks if your the...e alone. You say no that your with your step dad. As you say it I thrust up into you making you moan again.I giggle to my self thinking if only she knew you had your step dads hard throbbing cock deep in you lil pussy. I whisper in your ear that you better answer her. I start to move my cock in and out of your pussy. I reach up and start to. I still looked forward to having her. Now, I would treat this cunt like Linda didn't like to be treated.I pulled out of her and grabbed her by the hair. I moved up and straddled her chest and stroked my cock with my hand and pointed it at her face, complete with her still-stuffed mouth. I could see the black silk of her panties peeking out the front of her mouth. Her eyes said "no", but I didn't care. I took careful aim and released......The first rope blasted her square in the middle of. Usually the end of the week is where a lot of classes build up to make sure they squeeze in all the required information. Professors are on a schedule just as much as the students are, after all. I, however, was incredibly lucky. Because of my football scholarship, and practices starting every Friday afternoon, my schedule was shifted around to accommodate. Thoughts of Mary-Jane still filled my mind, but on a day without lectures that was hardly a problem. Most of what I did during practice was. Boy, was I wrong.***Okay. Let's get this out of the way first. My Mom and how to describe her. I mean, Moms are Moms, right? They just are. They're just always there when you need them. Like beans. Or clean underwear. Anyway, Mom is Jessica Jane Peterson. A thirty-nine-year-old no nonsense all American girl born and raised in the Southern Bible belt and as prim and as proper as could be. Married at nineteen to an asshole. Divorced at thirty-seven to the same adulterous drunken asshole who.