I asked if she could let me keep her bra. She asked why. She rubbed her pussy through her pants as I told her what he did to me. She said go ahead and...take it. I blushed and took a deep breath. Embarrassed I asked if she could teach me to put on makeup. She turned beet red when I told her what I wanted to do. She agreed with the understanding that I was to tell her everything that happened each time. I agreed. The next Saturday I told my mom I was going to stay at a friends house, and carried. “I want to fuck you mom. I want tofuck your pussy now!” She wasn’t going to deny my wish andshe turned around and sat on my cockfacing me. I was at the very bottom ofher in no time. I grabbed her breastswith my hands and squeezed themgently and pinching her nipples while she was fucking my cock then shewas about to climax and brought herhead to mine and put her mouth wideopen to mine that was also open. Shescreamed her orgasm in my mouth asI shot my load in her pussy. Her saliva was running all. Your gift is all ready for you."Still sitting, I put my arms around her just below her hips. She stuck her tongue out and gently and deliberately licked my lips. I responded in kind. "Mmm, you taste good!" Mom murmured softly.We went on kissing and tonguing. I moved my hands down to caress Mom's bare knees and then gradually moved them up her bare thighs under the duster. She made no attempt to stop my progress toward her hips. Instead the kisses became more insistent. Finally I reached my goal. He dumped his tray with a smile and made a beeline for the bathroom. Just as he put one foot into the mens room he felt that familiar hand pull him backwards and push him to the wall. Just as had happened every day for the past school year he was faced with the five girls who made a point to make fun of him. Four actually. Looking around for Rose he realized she wasnt making an appearance. He sighed and faced Candy, the orchestrator of his torture. She was a knockout of a girl, a ballerina with.