Fuck my pussy!" I looked up and watched myself in the mirror as I fucked Beth's mom from behind. She saw me watching myself. "You like watching yourse...f fuck me?" she taunted. "Oh, your cock feels so good stretching my pussy out!" I could start to feel myself get ready to cum. Sharon sensed it, too. "Don't stop! Keep fucking me! Don't you dare stop!" she screamed. My cock was plunging inside her pussy, pumping her with all I had. My cock began to convulse as I felt my load come charging up. My. I turned a little more toward him, and I opened my mouth to say okay, but before I would utter a single syllable, his lips were on mine ... his mouth all over mine. I kept expecting him to let go, but it just went on and on. And I started to realize, slowly, that his lips were moving against my own ... and that mine were moving in response to them ... and opening ... and sucking ... and licking. And it was happening. I was melting. Nothing had really changed. Not really. I mean, I had told him. I didn’t dare look into her eyes again; I was too embarrassed. I felt a rising anger towards dad, who in some crazy sort of way was responsible for me masturbating in the shower that morning and mum walking in on me. Of course I knew she would never mention it, but then, she needn’t to. I saw her face when I first walked into the kitchen. It wasn’t disappointment, not exactly that. She was merely mortified over barging in on me and putting her own mind into a whirlpool of cacophonic thoughts.. "You know exactly what I mean and tell me exactly howmany of your friends' mothers have let their daughters dress like youdo or wear as much makeup as you at fifteen." Well not many are as cool as you of course," said Kristen looking upat her mother smiling as she began walking away from her towards thechair before whispering to herself. "Or as promiscuous obviously" Yeah try none of those old prudes! And I heard that," yelled Heatherhalf heartily, scolding again knowing she was right, grabbing.