I want to be close to you again, mom."Mom lifted her head up, and gazing into my eyes, brought her lips up to mine. They were still wet, and they tast...d so sweet against my own. Gently our mouths opened so our tongues could taste each other. Her mouth felt so warm, so tender, so vulnerable. As we kissed, mom brushed her hand against my crotch."I'm just so tense, Paul", mom said as she pulled her head back."Why don't I give you a nice massage. I know it would make you feel better." Well,. ”Completely out of smart assed remarks, I went. Just as I got to the second step I stopped. “Mom, I am not going to say anything.”“I was pretty certain you would make a mature decision, honey.” She smiled at me.“Mom, I don’t know how mature I am but I don’t care to hurt Dad. He is a nice guy.” That was and is true. Dad is a bland, nice guy who loves everybody. We were never close because we were so different. I played sports with the intensity of a fighter trying to survive in the ring. I gave. I was becoming numb to all the cock. I was no longer getting butterflies in my stomach in anticipation of being used by these aggressive powerful men and their hard dark cocks. I just wanted the night to end. When Bernard finally came to pick me up I was servicing the bartender and one of his friends. As their hard cocks continued to fuck my well used holes I overheard Bernard and Howard talking."Your little bitch is getting worn out. Some of the guys were even complaining about him." Howard. She cried out and bore down, squeezing my fingers, but we didn’t stop. I could feel my own orgasm boiling up at the sight of her ecstasy.She arched her back, her face turned up and her eyes closed. I licked up her neck as I strained against her fingers, pushing towards my own end. Sweat slicked our bodies. Panting hard, I felt myself building higher than we’d ever gone. The squeezing around my fingers became a rhythmic pulsing and I felt my own pleasure crest.Straining together, we kissed with.