She stood, adjusting her shirt to cover her massive crotch bulge (which never really worked too well), stretched again, and made her way towards the f...ont desk and entrance to the library. As she came around the corner towards the front desk, she noticed someone sitting at the counter who she hadn’t before. A woman, probably in her mid twenties, with black hair pulled up neatly into a bun, thick rimmed glasses adorning her slender face, and with piercing green eyes. The woman at the counter. But before that happened, I wanted to be fucked by my son in my favorite position… from behind.Through gasping breath I groaned, “Honey, let me roll over… I want you to fuck me doggie style.”“Ok mom,” Tommy groaned as he reluctantly pulled his dick from deep inside me… the head and shaft shining with my wetness. But he wasn’t out of me for very long, because as soon as I was up on my knees, he pressed the swollen head of penis back against my slippery cunt lips, grabbed my full round hips, and. Non of it was sexual. I never felt like we were doing anything wrong or inappropriate. Being the only boy, mom really didn't know how to raise me. She had raised four daughters and there wasn't a man around to explain stuff to her either. I was at the age when I would get erections for no reason and being that I had no male to talk to I was embarrassed by it.I remember one night laying on the floor watching TV and mom told me to go pee. I said i didnt have to and then she used the NOW voice. “I do,” Steve blushed a little as he married at such a relatively young age a stunning stewardess like Amrita.“Do you, Amrita, take this man, Steve, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, for as long as you both shall live?” my father-in-law now asked his son’s bride.“I do,” Amrita licked her lips as she stared at the young man who gladly entered such an open.