Her enquiry was met with moderate enthusiasm, and she stepped out behind the bar and went across to the cupboard underneath the stairs by the gents to...lets.She rummaged around for a bit, then finally came up with a stack of magazines, some brand new and some very well thumbed indeed.‘As you know, they ain’t all in English, but the good’uns all come from the continent. Still, it’s not really the words you gentlemen are much interested in anyway, is it?’As she circled around the bar, she began to. “I’m free after 6pm.”It was a Tuesday. “So we start next week?”“How about today? We have a lot to cover.”I cursed him mentally. I had planned on staying home and lazing around. “Fine,” I replied, collecting my stuff and turning around, leaving the classroom.*****I was at my best friend Danielle’s place from 4 to 6pm. We did our nails, watched a horror movie and we got a little drunk over half a bottle of whiskey. Finally, her older sister drove me to school, telling me that I could collect my. Then, without breaking that sweet contact, she began to revolve. Her ass and hips slowly circled around, turning like a compass around the focal point of her head. Moving on her knees, her ass hiked up and her heavy tits swinging under her, she shifted around into the reverse position. She knelt beside Bonny's eager, upturned face. Then she threw one leg across and straddled her daughter's head.Bonny gazed up into her mother's soaking, gaping cunt crater and she began to whimper hungrily. Her. I looked down at the huge bulge in my pants. Could it be? Was I actually hard for my slutty mother? It wasn’t possible. How could a person be so sick that they get a boner over their own mom? Even if she was some kind of cheating sex freak, there was no way I should be popping wood at the thought of my mom’s naked tits and ass; no matter how ridiculously sexy they looked.I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked around trying to think of something else until my hard-on went away. An hour later.