..I didn't hear it again. I must have dreamt it. My mouth was dry and I needed a cold glass of water. So I went upstairs to the kitchen. Once upstairs... I heard the screams again… they were coming from upstairs where my mom was supposedly sleeping. The screams and moans were more consistent now. Instantly I thought someone was fucking my mom! My penis became slightly erect. I didn't care anymore. I knew it was Ryan. A part of me wanted to see the action. I tiptoed upstairs in the dark. My mom’s. She'd used just about everything from a broomstick to a banana during the past three years or so herself. She'd never found anything that'd felt better than her own finger or fingers, but she'd made that discovery just a little too late.Experimenting one night with the handle of a hair brush, while ogling some fuck pictures, she'd gotten so passionate that she'd destroyed the piece of skin that was supposed to be so precious. There hadn't been much pain, just a sharp tingling sensation, and. She looked up at me and smiled and then did something I would have never guest. She stuck her tongue out and licked the head of my dick and gathered up as much of my pre cum as she could and tasted it again. "I didn't get enough to taste before." she said when she looked up and saw the surprised expression on my face.I regrouped and asked her, "Well, so tell me what you think?" She now had both hands on my dick and was rubbing it all over. Turning it from side to side and also examining my. The zip of Hanna's jeans came down allowing Tone greater access to the hidden fruit inside, access which he used expertly slipping two long fingers deep inside. At that moment Hanna's only thought was, was his cock in proportion to his fingers. From the hard bulge pushing against her arse, she was reasonably reassured in that respect. Hanna moved her right hand up to grip his neck and pulled his head tighter, hungrily sucking on his tongue. Her other hand moved down to the large hard bulge in.