No matter what I did, the cocklet never got hard and was like a wet noodle the entire time. We fell asleep holding each other. Her father woke us up a...ound noon and we said our good byes.I swore off sex. I was pregnant again and just like the first time, I had no idea who the father was. Now that my motivator was gone, I didn't have the urge to fuck anymore. I didn't answer the phone or the door when guys came over. School became my safe haven from the relentless onslaught of guys wanting sex.I. “I know that, silly! I’ve always wanted to do this for you. But your father was always around.”“For me mom? I don’t understand.”She unwound the lights from around her body and sauntered to me, her hips swaying. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her crotch into mine.“I have lusted after you for a long time! That night you watched your father and I fuck, opened a flood gate of repressed emotions. Before my stroke, I always suppressed those feelings. I knew they were wrong.”“Mom,. His hand held it to the entrance; for a moment he teased my slit before entering me in one slow, determined thrust, that took him all the way in.I let out a loud cry! I clawed at his back. It felt I'd been shafted by a stallion.He grunted with pleasure.For the following ten minutes I was given the fucking of a lifetime.His cock clipped my clitoris expertly with each thrust; his clamped balls slapping into my crutch. I was taken to hell; and then back to heaven; several times.We were both. I had had a few encounters with the Coach in his locker room office. Although the risk of getting caught was high, so was the thrill. Like I had before, I wanted to all the other boys had gone and knocked on the office door. He had already fucked me, had his big manly cock inside me, so I figured it was safe to be forward. Coach was sitting at his desk and I closed the door behind me. He wasn’t surprised to see me, maybe a little nervous though, but happy. I could see it in his face. He loved.