Mom never came out of her bedroom until she thought that I was asleep. While she was downstairs I removed her bedroom and bathroom doors too.When she ...ame back up I was in her room sitting on her bed.Mom said, “That was not fair, fucking me like that I the kitchen. Your father used to do that to me and it brought back certain feelings and emotions. Besides I enjoyed it way too much and its i****t. We cannot do it anymore.”I said, “Oh yes we can and we will, every day or else. I already fucked. I fell back onto the bed with her sitting in my lap. She took my dick in her hand, and rubbed it along her pussy lips resulting in a gasp from me. This was the first vagina that I had ever felt, and I still have trouble describing the sensation. Then, very slowly, she eased herself down on my dick, until our hips were connected. I inhaled sharply as her wet love tunnel swallowed my dick whole. For a few seconds we just laid there enjoying the sensation. She slowly started rock her hips. Parker and their son Jason were gone on a camping trip up north, just the boys and Mrs. Parker, the lust object of every kid I knew, was home alone.I got the text message about 9pm, about the same time most of the students at P.H Hawkings High School received it. All it contained was a file sharing URL. I went up to my room and loaded the web address in my computer and waited for a few minutes until a video box appeared.There was Mrs. Parker, the wet dream of every teen age boy in the district. They sat in relative silence until the waitress returned with Gavin’s vodka. After he paid the woman, she turned to Delilah. ‘Can I get you any…’ she began. ‘No,’ Delilah interrupted. Ruffled, the waitress turned to other customers. Delilah gazed across the street. ‘When do we go?’ ‘Five minutes,’ Gavin responded. ‘Did you get that damn hover car working properly?’ Delilah asked. ‘Of course. I’m an excellent mechanic,’ Gavin answered sarcastically. ‘Rather, did Craig get it running?’ Delilah.