She took her bag and went into the bedroom while I waited in the living room ready to roll. About 15 minutes later she came out. And the second I saw ...er, my jaw dropped, my eyes widened and I forgot to breath. There she is, standing in the doorway in a black halter top with a satin finish, a deep plunge front that ended just about below her breasts with a big kite shaped metal buckle in the centre. Her breasts were pushed up (by a strapless bra which I figure by the absence of straps, duh). Is it wrong though, to just want to make a friend? To just want to feel... wanted?I lean my head on the glass window, staring outside at passing cafes and restaurants as the bus nears its location. A moment later I sigh, ‘Why did I have to be the one to move? They’re the ones who started it, how come they get away and I get punished?’ I think to myself, closing my eyes as I reminisce about my old life. Just last week I hung out with my friends and caught a movie in theaters, sure the movie. Those next ten minutes for me were the reason to ignore the cold and damp weather. Each night, as you came close to the glass, your shape accentuated by the soft light behind, your hands began to explore your own body. First your breasts, swollen and full. Then your nipples, stiff and budding. Then your stomach, firm and flat, as you raised the nightgown up. Finally your pussy, smooth and bare.And there, gazing into the night, seeking in the darkness what you could not find during the day, you. I rammed my cock deep into my first pussy and lost my virginity to my lovely, beautiful mother. "That's good Tom, now fuck Mommy hard! Push it in and out of my cunt! I went nuts and just started ramming it to her as hard and as fast as I could. After a few minutes of this she pulled away from me. "I want you on your back now. I'm gonna ride that cock!" She got on top of me and reached down with her hand to guide my dick into her pussy. She was up on both feet, squatting over my cock. She sunk.