Then once I went to his house in the evening. We were watching some hot pics in the magazine.We thought to dim the light and masturbate seeing the pi...s. We saw pics of some hot ladies and started to stroke our dicks and imagine hot stuff with them. Then he told me, “I am imagining your mom,” and in reply, I said that I am imagining your mom. We both continued and finally came off.We did this kind of stuff often. We imagined our moms having hot sex and their hot bodies humping up and down and. She opened her car door and immediately locked it again, an old habit that would never die. She clutched her red purse to her side, unsure. Should she put it over her shoulder or carry it on her arm? She never knew what to do with a purse, but she was sure it made her look somehow more legitimate, professional, grown-up, though she never felt any of those things, even on a good day. Maybe today was a good day. As soon as she’d closed the car door behind her, the cell phone she had clutched in. Ihad a little giggle to myself Mums going to fucking hate this . So next morning without telling mum where we where going i drove out to the school .What we doing here Mum asked you going to work here today i told her what the fuck you talking about she said .You will soon find out i said as we went in we where met by the sex education teacher a Mrs Richards hi she said you must be Mandy thanks so much for helping us out today .Mum looked puzzled thats. This girl was ready for business."Still have that problem I see." With that she walked over to the wall rack andretrieved a inflatable gag. God what an outfit I thought. Her ass wasbeautifully framed in the leather harness and I was still staring when sheturned to come back. Noticing my stare she said "Thanks for the compliment, butit won't help" Now she was looking at my now much harder cock bobbing inappreciation of the view we had just shared. Standing directly in front of meshe held.