The first time this happened to me I was about fifteen. It was after the thing with my mom, when I started fucking everyone in sight.This feeling didn...t happen all the time, not at all. But sometimes, I would be kissing a boy, just kissing, well, maybe a little more, but whatever I was doing, it wasn't that wild. Then, I would get this feeling that started someplace in my body, in my uterus? Someplace deep inside me, and then it would go up my spine to my head and then like a current through my. This time I had something else in mind, so as my first shot of cum boiled through my cock I pulled out and aimed it at my mom’s beautiful face. She was momentarily surprised but when she realized what I was doing she hissed. “Oh yes baby! Paint your slut’s face with cum, please!!!”Having had all day to recharge I had plenty to spare, and shot spurt after spurt over my hot mom. She had cum all over her face, in her hair, and the final few spurts splashed over her gorgeous tits. She shuddered as. Ihad to pretend to be appalled by this idea, of course.It was a lovely day, and I managed to talk Ed into going for a walk inCentral Park. As we strolled around, my arm in his, I hoped being malewas something he could get used to, that we had a future together likethis, but now I'm not so sure. Ed wasn't interested in anything beyondcuddling again tonight, and that's when I realized he still thinks ofhimself as a woman - a straight woman - and that he may never beinterested in me in that way. I. I must be wired inside my head or my pussy in some funny way, because I masturbate a couple of times each day. Moreover, I love pornography. I like to watch people fucking – and I can get even more explicit about that, but even that admission is embarrassing. I mentioned I like to read those trash novels; well, some of them are very ‘X-rated’.“The ‘Why you?’ question might be interesting to you, as well. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that the motorcycle really got my blood churning. I’d.