We need to meet." The voice on the cell phone belonged to Vlad."I'm at the house. It's going to take me twenty minutes to meet you anywhere." I explai...ed."I am at your gate now." Alright, I'll turn off the alarm. Do you need me to come unlock the gate?" No, I can get it open," He informed me."I thought so," I agreed.I had time to pour a cup of coffee before Vlad showed up. I put the shotgun under the bedspread before I let him in. He didn't need to see the shotgun within easy reach. Or to know. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SAM?!" a roar came from the door. We didn't hear his mother come home over my moans and now she was standing in the doorway looking right at him licking me out. To this day I had no idea how long she was watching us. "Mam, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" said Sam, getting up off his knees and looking for boxers. I was still dazed at what was happening. "YOU!" she shouted at me. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT — LEADING HIM ON TO THESE THINGS. HE'S ONLY SIXTEEN, FOR GOD SAKE!" "I'm. I can feel Anita’s upward progress transmitted to me through the steady creep of her teasing hair up the slight swell of my stomach. A barely audible mew of pleasure escapes my slack lips at the knowledge that her mouth is full, not with Grant’s sweet cock, but with my wanton pussy’s hot, sticky juices, that it is me that she is savouring as she slides her way up and around the veined muscle that separates us. I want … I want … I want so much, but still I am the perfect plaything, the good. As soon as everyone left I moved towards her and said we need to talk and she yes and still going on with her work of cutting the vegetables so I moved behind her to talk to her but I dont know what was the problem was it the heat of the oven or smell of sex I knew she was wet I put my hands on her hips and I slowly started poking my hardness into her and she at first kept saying is this what you want to talk about, I didn't say anything I just kept running my hands over hips and ass and then I.