Before I left, I would leave the back door unlocked. Once I left, I would drive around or go somewhere and wait for mom to invite Ryan over. Once he c...me over and they were fucking, I would slip in through the back door, tip-toe upstairs, and either listen or watch them fuck. As the school year came to a close, I told my mom one weekend that I wasn’t coming home that night because I was going to stay over at a friend’s house in Scranton. Her first question was: “Is Ryan going with you?” I. He tended to be on the quiet side without being outright rude. Colleen and I continued to chat while watching a programme but really taking very little notice of it. I asked her if I could be cheeky and go back to the first time with the squaddie. She went slightly red but agreed we may as well talk about it seeing as she had brought it up first. I told her that what we discussed would be in the strictest confidence and she agreed she wouldn’t say anything either. My cock had started to grow. My Junior was not ready to taste the warm juice of her pussy. I just wanted to fuck her so bad now. (Before anyone asks, I honestly don’t know the size off my Dick. I have never measured it) I asked her if she was going to blow me, she said “Mohit honestly I would love to but I just don’t have the energy” I took that as a compliment and started to slowly insert my dick in her pussy. It was tight It had been long since she had sex. I slowly started to thrust her and she covered her mouth. In mymind, the ridiculousness of this situation is heightened as he's quite afew years younger than me, not particularly well muscled, and not evenas tall as me in flats, let alone the 5" inch stiletto heels constantlyrequired of me.But while he's wearing a trendy button up shirt and simple slacks, I'mattired in a ridiculous ensemble that's more petticoats and ribbons thansatin dress material.I used to wear mostly black and detested over the top feminineaccoutrements- so of course Mistress.