She cooed, ‘Mark, come over and ring the bell. After all you did fuck last night.’ ‘Ok s*s, I guess I can if it will make you happy.’ Looking ...round I was ecstatic that there was no one else around yet this Friday morning. She patted my ass as I squeezed by her soft body. Jenny pushed on my shoulders to get me to sit down on the seat. Reaching above my head I began pulling on the bell chord ringing out my pride of getting a fantastic fuck the previous night. Smiling up at Jenny with pride in. Each shot of come was fat and heavy, making it stick at first and then run down in long white streams. I heard her moan, "Oh God!" as she rolled over onto her stomach, showing me the dildo pistoning in and out of her. I shot several more times before she reached over and shut her door.Breathing heavily, I washed off the door and the floor, and then myself. I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my waist, going to my room. I got dressed and expected mom to come out, but her door. I ended bringing her home and we started making out passionately just when we got in my bedroom. We got onto the bed and took eachother's shirts off. She had a great pair of tits so I dove right into them and sucked on them for a few minutes. I was getting so hard through my jeans that she pointed out the bulge and told me to take them off. I did so to reveal my 9 inch rock hard cock. She licked the tip at first teasing me then slipped her lips over and went back and forth on my cock. Her. At the end of the month all of these little remarks had had the effect I had wanted. Namely, that I could say them without becoming nervous or embarrassed and Mum had learned how to accept them without a second thought. Then I decided to implement stage 2. This needed conditions to be just right. That happened about 5 weeks after I had put my plan into operation. I came down to breakfast one morning after the others had left, and saw Mum in the kitchen wearing a T-shirt and tight denim shorts..