The fingers kept stroking my most sensitive flesh.“Not so tough now, are you?” The voice said. He’s mocking me.“SSSSSTTTP!” I screamed at hi..., but the words were muffled by the cloth in my mouth. I squirmed in vain from his touch.He did not stop stroking my mound. I heard him laugh at my predicament.“You’re tough.” He began to say as his fingers violated my pussy. “There ain’t a lot of people who can hit me. And you? You managed to knock me down for a while.”As he finished speaking, his fingers. Her hair smelled of lavender and while whispering in her ear she giggled and did a lil grind against my pelvis. Laughing I pulled away, and walked toward the restrooms at the far end of school. Found myself pacing in the restroom, my palms sweaty. Picking up my backpack I turned to leave when the door opened and she walked in, locking the door behind her.Grabbing my waist and pushing me against the wall, "Sorry," her lips touched my neck,"wasn't too easy to sneak away." As she sucked on my neck. "For me it's her filthy mouth. Like the things she says could make me stay hard watching a giant zit pop. She sucks and strokes, and then pulls off. She keeps her hand on my cock, pumping up and down, and this is when she says the nastiest things." Like what?" I don't even know. The craziest shit you've heard. Some of it isn't even sexy. It's shocking. It feels like ice cubes on my balls. Like, I don't know. I remember once, out of nowhere she said, 'I love sucking your cock so much I could use. She quickly hops up and gives me a long, embracing hug. Gosh, it's only been six hours since I last saw her, but she is hugging me as if it has been six years. She steps back and admires her daughter. I take this time to look at her. I cannot believe she is my mom. She has a perfect hour-glass figure, complete with full c-cup breasts. Her brown hair stops at her shoulder, and her eyes make any man desire her the moment they see them. I also have a hour-glass figure, but I am more on the skinny.