"I have to go shopping first darling so no wanking 'till I get home" and off she went to change, no embarrasment or anything, for her it seemed to be ...erfectly normal to be teaching her son how to fuck.Two hours later she was back and she didn't mess about "Come on my lovely lad, let's make a man of you" and led me by the hand upstairs into her bedroom.We quickly stripped off and she let me stroke and fondle her tits and body, "Kiss me all over" she said. So I started at her neck and worked my. His tongue moved still lower, touched her anus. She screamed. If he touched her clit again she would come. She didn’t care if he said not to. She would come and cry and come and scream. He teased the rim of her anus with his tongue. She squirmed. God, she thought, I could come from just this. If he keeps it up much longer, it would be hard not to. He stopped. Silently, he let her down and started the elevator. She let the dress fall back down, smoothed it into place and attempted to control her. It wasn't the first time Miranda had wished her glasses were photosensitive as the wind stung her eyes into tearing up, but that morning ranked fairly high upon the list. The sun above seemed as cold, and harsh as the stiff breeze off of the water, yet its blinding rays of pale yellow light seemed far more offensive than the icy chill that cut through her Fall courier jacket as she rode her mountain bike recklessly down the front porch steps."I hate days like this," she muttered rhetorically,. I don’t know what class this was but I wasn’t complaining. Awhile after I put my nephew to bed I started to watch a movie then I had remembered that paper and as hard as I looked I couldn’t find it. So I just lay down on her couch and began stroking my cock thinking about that paper. I would picture my sister lying in her bed using her fingers to spread herself open and licking her fingers. Then taking a dildo pushing it in and out of her wet slit till she came. Then sucking on the wet dildo.