I did this until I was about 15 or 16. When I started going to college I would spend a lot more time at home, and not go out with girls every night of...the week. Over the past couple of years my mother would sleep alone at night, this was because my father would not be at home. After a while, on the days that my father wasn’t home I would sleep in next to my mother pretending I was just keeping her company. Sometimes I would give her back rubs, these firstly started with me rubbing her shoulders. Cathleen lay on her back and opened her legs for me then she stroked her pussy in anticipation. "I want you to fuck Cathleen first but don't cum in her pussy because I will be eating it later," Becca directed and it was very clear that she would run the show. I crawled up on the bed and between Cathleen's legs. She wrapped her shapely legs around my torso and pressed her heels against my buttocks. Cathleen was still snug when I entered her pussy so I took my time fucking her until she loosened. I opened it up and saw that it was from my art professor. The email went on explaining that I might be able to earn extra credit after all. It went on further to say that a model for the evening class wasn’t going to be able to make it and that I should give him a call. So I did. “Hi Tony, this is Julia. I read your email, so I called.” “Thanks for calling Julia. So yeah, my evening class was going to paint from a live model tonight, but she is unable to make it and I remembered that you wanted. ’ ‘I’m not sleepy.’ ‘Oh, but you will be,’ she says, a giggle barely concealed. ‘I know just the right way.’ Her hands squeeze mine and her thighs slide up along my hips, calves around my back, a heel playfully glides over my ass. A laugh playfully glides over her lips, before that minimal gap between us once again is bridged, and she sucks on my tongue with the vigour of greed. I untangle and slide, savour and descend. Her lips taste of coffee, her neck taste of perfume. Her breasts, just.