I recall coming out with some stupid remark like, “Why don’t you make like a tree and leave?” As soon as I said it, I thought, “That was quit... stupid; what eighteen year old guy would say something like that? Here I am trying to act brave in front of these strange women and now I’m sounding like an idiot.” Immediately I felt myself getting red; luckily it was fairly dark and it didn’t show. What would I do if this guy, twice my size and age started swinging? The girls started laughing at my. .." I am, aren't I?" I stepped forward, grabbed her, and pulled her into a long kiss.As we were exchanging spit I saw Mr. Billings drive by, giving us a look that said the middle of the street wasn't the best place to do this.I slipped my arm around her again and we continued on down the street."You didn't mention your mom." I think she knows we do more than just kiss. I don't think she knows how much more."We walked to the end of the street and turned toward the highway."Still depressed?" she. I slowly become aware of my surrounding. I am dripping wet, but not cold. A gentle breeze lifts my tangled hair from my clenched eyes, Eyes I am too scared to open. I roll onto my back, and dig my hands into the ground. They come away filled with sand. I hear it trickle back to the ground. I listen intently, hearing the swish of water that seemed so close. I am thirsty. I can’t remember the last time I had a drink. My throat is dry, each time I swallow my throat burned in agony. My lips are. I could hardly wait for the look on her face when she had to satisfy one of my teachers who guaranteed me a passing grade in exchange for some good sex from my mom. Mom was in mid-stroke when my cock went off and splattered her belly and even got a few drops up onto her big round tits. I made her keep stroking until my dick got limp. That proved to be almost impossible as I was so hot after that great hand job, my cock just stayed stiff. Mom was less then excited by having to scoop up.