.**** me aren’t you?” Mom gasped.Holding her down with one hand I slid my shorts down with the other and freed my rock-hard cock. “You can call ...t **** or fucking or whatever you like Mom!” I hissed as I slid deep into her pussy with one stroke until my balls were banging against her butt cheeks. “One thing for sure, when I’ve finished you’re going to know you’ve been fucked!”Her resistance had just about run its course. “We have to stop Phillip, please…..stop now!” She moaned. “I’ve heard some things about you Mikey, about gym class, and wrestling practice.” Mike blushed, and pulled his covers even tighter around himself. He knew he had fucked up a few times back in high school, letting his gaze linger too long a time or two in the locker room, a boner not suppressed quickly enough during a match, but he hadn’t dreamed that there were any rumours, especially ones that would have followed him all the way to university.Bryce stepped closer yet again, and now he was. He was inside and filling me, and I was holding him. I could feel the light friction of the head as it pulled inside me, and I could feel his pulsing as I squeezed my muscles tight around him. And I could feel his movements, the friction as he slipped in and out of me. And although I would love to say he fucked me for an hour and I came 5 times, it was more like 6 or 7 minutes and he pushed inside hard. Then I felt him throbbing, and knew I was having my pussy filled with cum for the first. "Why don't you take your belt off also," I said, "to me a belt is like shoes, you are more comfortable without them." I could not believe I was actually scheming to get his pants off. He agreed, took off his belt, rolled it up and shoved it into one of his shoes. With glass in hand I gave him a tour of the house, beginning with the deck outside the living room that has a spectacular view, then upstairs, through my bedroom and onto the deck outside. We stood there taking in the view,.