I must have tugged at the hem of my skirt a dozen times! There wereseveral girls primping and preening inside the feminine sanctuary. I wasmortified w...en Mom gave me two quarters and, in a voice loud enough foreveryone to hear, said, "Get yourself a panty liner from the dispenser,Simonne. How many times have I told you to always carry a spare! Won'tyou ever learn?"Some of the girls began to giggle at my plight. I should have beencomforted by the knowledge that they had undoubtedly experienced. You can check the other stories by the author” tab and read my previous stories. Most of us like incest stories don’t us? Specially the slut-mother stories? But there are also quite a lot us who complain they don’t have some realistic contents and also a little bit of quality writing. Fucking our mothers in a bus, in the kitchen and watching workers take on her is all fine but then, can it happen just like that, can we enter out house one fine day and find the landlord saying “give my rent now. I rode him making sure that he hit every inch of the inside of my body that he could reach. The massage that he was offering my prostate (of course at the time I had no idea what that was) was driving me wild. Both of us were breathing very heavy. As my head went back, at times, because of the fantastic feeling he was inside me, I could see the moon shining on his face. For what seemed like hours, but in actuality was only minutes, we were one. We were part of each other like no other two. I grab her hair gently and pull her up so that I can kiss her. When my tongue slips into her mouth I hear her moan slightly. Just the sound of her moan makes me weak. Makes me want to throw her on the couch and make love to her right now. It takes all my willpower to pull away from her and tell her, “Your turn.” as I sit on the couch and watch her strip for me. She quickly has her shirt and pants off and I see her red bra and thong again. She looks beautiful standing over me. She takes her bra.