My mouth welled with anticipation, the engorged head of my cock looking up at me, twitching—anxious. It ached to slip inside of . . . something. Any...hing. Preferrably the red head appearing on my screen, my own mother. I pulled on a pair of headphones, and turned the volume full blast, wanting to experience every sound with clarity.The clip went straight into the action. The camera was angled behind Mom, whom was bent over with her face pressed against the carpet. It gave a good view of her. Her pussy was so tight; it was a wonderful feeling as my cock slid further into her. My cock was about 2 inches inside of her pussy lips when I felt the resistance of her cherry. “That’s your cherry sweetheart. This is where it is going to hurt.”“I know daddy, they told us about this moment.”She lifted herself up a little and then slammed back down onto my cock. It sunk the whole way into her pussy as her cherry quickly gave way. Eleanor let out a scream as she came to rest at the base of my. Her hand came up but stopped just before touching my cheek. “Does it hurt?” She had a pain-filled face — as if it was her that had just been in a fight. Tears came quickly to her eyes, “Oh honey!”She took another pregnant look at my abused face before grabbing my hand and leading me up to the kitchen. I was placed at the breakfast table as she went upstairs to the bathroom to retrieve the First Aid Kit.Mother put on a somber face as she applied peroxide to my open wounds and had me hold two. The main road would have been a mere byway back home, and the minor road which led off into the rocks and heather was little more than a strip of asphalt, barely wide enough for a car. Julie looked at it, then at me. She grinned. ‘You sure know how to show a girl a good time,’ she said. I grinned back at her. ‘Come on, there are a few miles yet, my love.’ She arched her eyebrows at that, but we moved off together, spirits light, happy in the solitude. We’d gone almost a mile when the track I.