”Jack was delighted to help, but then puzzled because he could not see any problem with it. It slid down easily. His mother stepped out of the skirt... She was wearing a blouse, knickers, a garter belt, stockings and shoes. Jack stood and watched. This was weird but delectable.She stepped out of the shoes, bending over so Jack had a good view, picked up the shoes and put them away. Jack knew where they went as he had rummaged through her cupboards last week.Jack stood watching.Mother raised one. My laughing makes me unintentionally squeeze him and we are both brought back into the moment. He withdraws a bit and eases back in, setting an easy rhythm that leaves me panting and begging for more. I groan begging for him to give me the release I so desperately need. He holds on to the ropes that bind my hands as he begins slamming into me again and again, pounding me senseless as I lose myself in his attentions. My orgasms sneaks up on my and rockets through my body. I can feel my muscles. When he finished, he pulled out of me and I felt his cum spill out from between my pussy lips. I was so sore between my legs.“Man, you have no idea how good you made me feel. You look so good like that, baby.”I lay there naked still with my legs apart, my pussy red, sore, and throbbing glistening wet with my juices and his cum dripping out.“Stay over this Saturday night, okay? My parents will be away for the weekend. No one’s going to bother us.”Everything that had happened was so. We learned to kiss. (She didn't like it-no French, I loved it, ) I learned what "blue balls" were. I learned to take long showers with lots of soap.We attend all the dances. She liked the fast dances, I liked the slow ones. When she felt my "stiffie" during a slow dance, it was the last slow dance I ever had with her for a long time.She called me a pervert.At the Senior Ball we had a good time. We danced both fast and slow songs, kissed in the corner, and did all kinds of teenage stuff. We had.