She was looking at my hand and so was I. I knew that I should let go, but I had never felt anything quite like that.I don't know how long we sat like ...hat. Her breast was warm in my hand underneath her fuzzy sweater. It was firm, but soft - a combination I had never even imagined. My curiosity finally got the better of me and I began to rub, exploring this new territory."Um. Mike." she said as she reached up and pulled my hand away, "You probably shouldn't do that." I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?". You better get up too.”That was funny because when I looked down my cock was pitching a tent in Mom’s sheet. I got dressed and when down. The other boys were already there watching my mother move around the kitchen. She was wearing that sexy red robe but the belt was pretty loose. We could see her titties whenever she leaned over the table.She asked us if we wanted tomato juice with our breakfast. We all said no but Mom told us that the cans of juice were in the bottom of the refrigerator and. I reared back and did it again, and again, and got into an aggressive, crazy wanton rhythm. I grabbed on to her hips and began pulling her into me harder, trying to get every last millimeter of my length into her. “Oh fuck, drill me deep just like that! Punish my slutty fucking pussy!” she screamed.God, I had only known a little bit, it seemed. This woman was fucking crazy in bed.How on earth did my dad pass this up? Only 2 minutes in, it seemed, and we were absolutely rutting like animals. I. I needed to come. I could certainly not beg a friend or a random guy to fuck me in the bathroom. I was waiting for swimming then at least I could get the torture panties off.Swimming period came, I got dressed.. the bikini barely fit me. I was so embarrassed going out like this of the changing room.. nipples poking out of the thin tight white material, it barely covered my boobs properly.. the panties a thong, soaked with my juices showing off my shaved cameltoe and wetness.I rushed into the.