I left her standing there even as I closed the door behind me.Always when I rubbed my cock, it was late at night imagining things that had happened to...me that day. Yet, something was missing and I usually fell asleep with an unfulfilled desire. Up until the day I had come home to find my mother crying at the dinner table.She had been attempting to make supper, and her emotions overcame her, so I began to fill in by completing supper for her.Well I dropped a lid and it shattered upon the floor,. My Mistress started to flush as her own arousal climbed. She closed her eyes as she approached another orgasm."Yes! I love turning men into my anal pets...it makes me so wet. I'm going to cum again....yes, almost there, and NOW!!!!"I could see her abs ripple with the force of her orgasm. Her cock stayed deep in my ass, pushing the force of her spasms deep inside me.After about sixty seconds of recovery she opened her eyes. That nasty glint returned."Well, you did ok for your first time. Would. His hand moved down my body, exploring every part of me, caressing my inflamed skin. When he touched my pussy I moaned. He responded by putting his hand inside of my sweats and rubbing me through my underwear. I was wet and it made it easier for him. He took his hand out and slowly slid waistband of my pants and underwear down my legs and tossed it on the floor. He flicked his tongue in my mouth one last time before moving down to lick the juice from my pussy. I moaned out louder. His tongue. What have you been doing for the past hour?" "John," his mother scolded, "you know better than to call your brotherand Matt, or anyone for that matter, a queer." I was starting to wonder if John knew something, if he had heard us inthe shower, or if he was just being an annoying eleven-year-old. "John," Ianswered, "we had a lot of fun last night. Maybe you and a friend could gocamping with us the next time. Would that be cool?" "I guess so," he replied. "I just don't know what you guys.