My reverie was short lived as Same pushed me on to my bed, now resplendentin my pink satin sheets I had been saving for a special day, “There you go...andy, we thought we’d tidy up a little. You won’t be needing all thoseugly masculine clothes and things, so we’re taking those, after all, be ashame to waste them wouldn’t it?”“Yes Master Sam.” I smiled as sweetly as I could as I watched them load upseveral thousand dollars of good suits, shirts and other clothing.“Good, now we’ve also moved all. But she got over her shock pretty quickly and began responding positively.Mom began unbuttoning my shirt and unzipping my pant haphazardly. I was doing my best to get her blouse and her petticoat off of her. We both soon fell on the bed, rolling with our clothes half undone, kissing, and running our hands all over each other’s bodies like we were long lost lovers meeting after a long time. In a way we were.I ripped out mom’s petticoat and her blouse. Mom’s pussy was dripping wet. I abruptly. . "high heels" makes me feel like I'm going to pop. Itry to say something, but I can't find the words. Nothing comes out but aslight squeak. A squeak? What's happening? I run back to the bedroom.Running in heels is a unique sensation and it doesn't seem to help matters.What's happening to me? I get back to the bedroom and sit down on the bed. She follows me andlaughs. Her laughter makes the feeling worse. "Oh no," she tells me withmock sincerity, you have to cross your legs like a proper young. I spooned up against her and felt my cock get rock hard. I had not cum yet, and I was super turned on.The thought of Jacob’s cum inside her dominated my thoughts. At first, it seemed unappealing, but yet my cock was so fucking hard. I began to realize that I was craving to feel her fucked pussy. I wanted to have the sloppy seconds. I circled my hard cock all around her pussy hole. I could feel the wetness. I really don’t know how much of the wetness were her juices or how much was him. I just.