But being the stubborn brat that I was AND YES I ADMIT IT I WAS…key word is was…anyways! I just told her in a very low but stern tone “Please ju...t let me go to my room, I want to be left alone, okay?!” My mom simply put her head down, I remember this action very well cuz, well…cuz I just wanted to grab her and…yes kiss her. But as you may tell, this day was just becoming a pattern of things I wish I did differently cuz well, I just nodded for her to open the door, and left as she did.Now in my. My shirt was being removed as I felt the lace of her bra cup crinkle in my hand. Her arousal showed by the firmness of her nipples. My hand went to the clasp and her breasts were soon free. My mouth encompassing the suddenly exposed nipple. The duel continued, but my tongues partner was now her stiff peak. Moaning and pulling my head tighter to her chest, she then reached to undo my jeans.My hands had already unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her cargos. Her hips rose as I slid the pants and. Billy had dark brown hair, with a hint of gold highlights and cosmic green eyes, which sent most girls reeling. His most prized possession, other than the 1983 Ford Mustang that he worked and slaved to buy, was his guitar. He was a natural talent. He never had any lessons that I’m aware of. His father, Raymond, told me once that music was in his blood. Billy had a temper, inherited from his father, no doubt. We knew him well enough not to press those buttons, but other people were not as. The next morning Jodie drove into the nearest big city to meet her son's flight. She'd taken special care with her appearance, and she knew she looked pretty and sexy, like a mother a boy could be proud of. As she walked through the terminal, she got lots of admiring glances from men.She tried not to think about that. It would have been so easy just to return a smile, get an invitation to go for a drink, and in no time at all she could be in a motel fucking, getting the fucking she craved so.