I said good and my friend told me she is my mom and she said to wait for the son I’ll bring a coffee for you and after hearing the word mother I was...totally surprised and thought she was her cousin sister like that she was beautifully maintained her figure and skin. Then my friend took me to his room and I got refreshed and his mom prepared breakfast and whenever I see her I directly get a bold feeling as if I want her badly. She was hot and I never missed a single glimpse of her and she used. I was choking, gagging but loving every bit of it. My dream was happening, THEN He sat up straight--looked at me and called me by my moms name. He was very surprised when he finally realized it was NOT his wife but his middle c***d. It was what seemed like hours before he finally talked, but it was only seconds. He said "what the HELL do YOU think your doing young lady". True to my nature I answered with the first thing to pop into my brain. I said, D**, I don't think I am doing. The ride to the prom took about 20 minutes. Going back to when we first met I had been on a slow burn, my body was wanting James but I wanted to remain faithful to my marriage vows. Each encounter with James stoked those embers burning inside and weakened my resistance. When he suggested we go to Tony’s house to fuck, my pussy got wetter and I almost said YES as I wondered what it would feel like getting fucked by this young stud’s big black cock. Flashes of the dreams/fantasies I would have. Jake, if I don’t get a call from you, I’ll be super pissed. I may have some resources even you don’t know about.”That evening I went out to our favorite neighborhood Italian restaurant and had eggplant parmesan with two draft Yuenglings, the best domestic beer available. It felt very strange to eat alone and not have Karen across the table, having a back and forth conversation on any of a variety of topics. Karen and I are conservative politically. We are not happy with the current.