I was getting wet almost immediately. Sticking my middle finger in and out was feeling so good this night. I casually took my other hand and moved it ...p my sweatshirt and began groping my breasts, as I arched my back in pure ecstasy thinking about being fucked.For some reason, my normal thoughts while masturbating about the huge, faceless man, turned into Jeff. I couldn’t get him out of my head for some reason. It was so wrong, but oh so right.I pulled down my shorts and panties and really. From her mind, I knew that it was uncomfortable for her, but not painful. Pressing harder didn't hurt her, either; though it DID increase her discomfort - and surprisingly, her arousal. More pressure, and I could feel - from her mind - as she started to open up to me. A little more, and suddenly, I was through: the head of my erection popped through her opening, even as she clamped down around me.I heard her gasp, and immediately stopped, happy to discover that she wasn't in any pain - only. " Fine," she huffed, clearly not fine, as she allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth.As I pulled my pants up, I promised, "Don't worry Mom, you are going to get fucked yet." Promises, promises," she teased from her knees, "your dad used to make such promises too."I grabbed my cell and said, "Smile for the camera, mommy-slut." How dare you call your Mother a slut?" she playful replied, before smiling for the camera."You will always be my Mommy-slut," I answered, pulling her up from her. He didn't. He was content to sit in a corner in the playground and play in his mind, he was happy running round the playing field, swinging on the swings, being the outsider. It wasn't that he was unpopular, if he was engaged he was a fast runner and a good dribbler in football. He was never left to be picked last like 'Blister' ("cos he's round and squishy like a blister") or Kevin (who just had no coordination and really didn't care about football). No he was alright to have on the team, as.