Three fingers from his hand were rubbing my clitoris; up and down, round and round. He leaned over to kiss my mouth, tongues playing as I felt that w...nderful familiar feeling of orgasm approaching! He became even harder when he realized how very wet I am. My legs opened wider as he slid another finger inside.I was so near, but he said, "You are not allowed to cum yet, wait for me." I obeyed and he nibbled my breasts, and said, "Let me see those wonderfully erotic breasts."I opened my shirt. "Well," she answered, "you'll just have to sleep with me honey. We'll just pretend you're my little boy again."Now I had been lusting after my mom for the last couple of years. More and more she would walk around briefly in her bra and panties. A couple of months before my birthday she had opened the door on the bathroom just as I had gotten out of the shower. I had been fantasizing about my sexy mom and my cock was hard as a rock. I was facing the door and was drying off my face and as I. She had been mowing her front yard when I slipped.I had been watching in my rear-view mirror after I stopped in the garage. She was walking behind the little push mower. Luckily she hadn’t lived here long enough to know you hire a service to do the lawn work in Houston. Fuck this humidity, but it worked out in my favor, sort of. Her ass swaying opposite her breasts with each heaving step. Her yard was on a bit of an incline. Her skin was wet with a coating of sweat making her glow like a Nubian. The dream was the same every time. The same fear, the same agonizing scream of bending metal. The same shattering sound that gave him chills even hours after he had woken, terrified and shaking. He knew it was the only scrap of memory he had, and he wished as he had a thousand times that he remembered nothing at all. He unwrapped and threw off the sweat soaked sheet and sat on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands, trying to collect and calm his thoughts. With a groan, Adam made his.