To make it up to me he gave me four Playboys from the late 60's. Before the internet, obtaining pornography used to really mean something. Most k**s...did not have access.One of those consolation Playboys contained a pictorial of sexy belles from the "new south". One night, I was stroking my cock and pressing it against the images of those wanton wenches, like I had been doing for several weeks when the most pathetic smear of semen trickled from the tip of my dong and onto the. When Sherry and I were telling Mom our secrets and Mom told us about waking Dad up to make him do his duty, I’d had that fleeting fantasy about Mom’s naked body. It didn’t take a lot of imagination to picture it because she worked out religiously at the “Y” three times a week to keep herself trim and fit, and she wasn’t the least bit shy about wearing a very skimpy bikini when she sunned herself by the pool. I’d even caught glimpses of her in her bra and panties a couple of times and I can. Today was not the day for modest attire. She wished she had some stiletto heels; those would make this outfit perfect. I pinched my nipples and stood there admiring myself as they hardened. I snapped a picture, if I ever did send it he would be a very happy man. I slid a hand down and inside my waistband. I was even wetter now. I slipped three fingers inside my slippery pussy and started a slow motion that was my favorite stroke. I uncovered my hooded clit and pinched it hard. She moaned in. “because of the awful thing we’ve done.”“You didn’t enjoy it?” I said pulling her back into my front my dick resting near the crack of her ass.“Oh, of course I did, but its… Its wrong,” she said more in an attempt to convince herself than me. Meanwhile her ass began to wriggle against me, it obviously disagreed with her statement. I spun her around and pulled her to me, my hands tight on her ass, my dick pressed into her. I leaned in to kiss her. “Oh!” she said. “I’ve never had a man that I.