I whimpered as I felt your cock slap against my cheek. Then again. Midway through a whimper, you shoved your cock into my mouth. I gagged in surprise,...but you didn?t let up. With Your hands on the back of my head, you forced your cock down my throat, gently fucking for the guests to see. You ordered me to get it nice and wet for you. After a few more thrusts, you pulled free from my mouth as I gasped for air. You let go of my head, and I could hear you stand and walk around me a few times.. Fuck me you pretty little bitch," she screams inbetween moaning. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming like I've nevercum before and she is too. Suddenly she is lying on me, both of usbreathing heavily. "I love you Rachel," she says softly as she closesher eyes and falls asleep.The next morning, I wake up feeling an odd weight on my chest, I hearher in the bathroom. She comes out and smiles at me. "You might want tochange before my parents get here. Remember, we're supposed to havelunch with. More ... practical experience. You may want to call it 'hands on, '" Cynthia said, letting frustration creep into her voice. Why was she so intent on explaining how she wanted our little game to be played? Was it to spice up our sexual activity? I usually dictated what we would do and when we would do it. She never voiced a complaint or hesitated to follow my lead. Could it be that she wanted to take control for a change? I decided that must be the case.Well, I wasn't opposed to her taking. She came to my bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. The top of her robe pulled open exposing most of her tits."You know," I told her, "Down there." Maybe I'm stupid," my mother said, "but I don't know. You have to tell me."Mum noticed I was staring at her breasts and she pulled the robe closed. "I can't tell you," I said."Of course you can," my mum said, "I'm your mother. You can tell me or show me anything." OK," I gave in, "I'll show you."I was very embarrassed but I pulled the sheet away.