As I went to the kitchen I heard Sean ask the other guys something aboutPizza. When I was in the kitchen eating celery and carrots Joe's voiceechoed i.... Joe has a deep penetrating voice. I thought I heard himordering a Pizza. This meant they'd be here for a while.I had finished eating my celery and carrots when the doorbell rang."Sissy go answer the door," Sean commandedMy stomach churned again thinking it was the Pizza delivery guy. Someonewho came to our house regularly and here I was in just. She stepped toward me, looked around the plaza to see if anyone was watching and then she reached down and rubbed her hand around my bulging jeans. Just slowly, but enough to get me feeling a little uncomfotable. She asked me if I wanted to sit and chat in her Mom's van for a bit... I said okay! Once in the van she undid my belt and pushed my jeans down to my ankles.... took off my shoes and stripped me. She then got on her knees and pushed my cock up so she could take my balls in her mouth.... There is only this. ‘I’m gonna come, baby.’ He’s moving even faster, driving it in and out of me, sliding inside of me easily, and I push back against him, wanting to feel some of that pleasure, wanting at least a taste. ‘Here it comes. Get ready, baby.’ He shoves into me once more, again, harder, jabbing, and then pulls it out. I twist around quickly, my knees digging into the rug, and I grab it. I grab it and start jerking it, pumping my hand up and down. His semen spurts from his cock in a. For the next few days hardly a word passed between us, creating a chilled atmosphere. I was angry with him for entertaining such thoughts, and more angry with myself for allow him to have them, for allow his caresses and how wet I become with need at his touch. I cried a lot of tears in those few days as I sorted through my feelings. Then on the third day something took place between us that I cannot explain why I let it happen, and it changed our mother/son relationship completely. Alone in.