" Reluctantly, I pulled the dark stockings on. They molded themselves to my legs, hiding the trace of masculine hair there. Then Carla squeezed my...feet into her five-inch heels, tightening the straps herself. "Nice," She said. "The heels give a very sexy swish to your walk. Move around some for me." "Well it's such a tiny thing," She explained, "It can barely fit around even this slender waist of yours. There, I think that's charming." I didn't. I felt awful in the frivolous. Getting sexually touched in the club was ‘no no’.The man’s buddies were giving a steady stream of suggestions to Helen as to how to tantalize their friend whose nickname was apparently Rigs based on the loud comments. Mostly, she ignored them and made to leave.One of the men poured some of his beer over Helen’s tits so that ‘Good Old Rigs’ could lick off the liquid from her tits. Helen suddenly wasn’t too sure about that. She tried to dismount but one guy pushed her back into the straddle she’d. Stephanie stood there in a dark green silk night gown and blue jean jacket. A back pack was slung over her shoulder. “Hey handsome,” she said as she entered. He watched her ass sway delicately under the silk as she walked through the house. With a smile, he locked the door. “So, you just decided to come over?” “I figured that if you and I were caught in bed together, it would make this all look real.” “I...can't...” “Why? You're afraid of what Katie would think?” She leaned up against him, and. Fuck me with that beautiful dick of yours.” As much as I wanted to know what was going on the fact that my dick was halfway in my own mother and she was begging for the rest made every other thought leave my head. All that was left was this primal need to fuck her brain out. I slammed my dick all the way into her flowing cunt. “Now fuck me son, fuck me till it hurts.”This was the woman who while growing up would smack me in the face if I said crap, and was screaming for me to fuck her. To be.