She finally drew away with a breathless sigh. My head was spinning. This was my mother! What the fuck was I doing? I looked back through the doorway, ...orried about Carla catching me, catching us. Mom lifted my hand and put it on her breast. ‘Oh, Peter,’ she sighed. ‘Touch me, my darling.’ I squeezed her tit, feeling her nipple hardening quickly in my palm. How many times as a teen had I fantasized about her? And now here she was, doing this. Sure, she thought I was her dead husband. Yes this. “I think I do.” “No, mom, you don’t! He’s not using me for sex. I’m using him for sex!” Mom looked shocked. “Oh, mom, he gives me the best orgasms I’ve ever had. I mean, like, knock me nearly unconscious with pure pleasure orgasms. And he can eat me and fuck me for hours and hours without either of us getting tired!” Mom was momentarily speechless. Then she said, “He’s really that good?” “Mmmm, yes!” I purred, as I thought back to how hard and deep he always fucks me. “It’s your heritage, you. You look beautiful."I could feel my face warming up. "Why thank you," I said, extending myhand. "It's nice to see you again." Dan took my hand in his and gaveit a kiss. "The pleasure is all mine milady." Hmm," I grinned, "I didn't think they made men like you anymore." My mother taught me to treat women with respect."So says the guy who was just drooling over my legs and my tits a fewminutes ago. But I guess I'll let it slide. THIS time. He's luckyhe's cute."That's good to know," I said.. As I walked back to my barracks, I was on cloud nine, even though I was sure I would be dishonorably discharged and imprisoned, as soon as Nicole’s folks discovered what was going on. Surely they were aware that their 15 year old daughter had screaming hormones, but I doubted that they knew the extent of her actions. And mine. Days turned into weeks, then months, and we were fucking like rabbits every chance we got. She had a regular babysitting job on Friday nights, and I would sneak in when.