I’d wear cut-offs and walk around shirtless. I’d flex and growl for her and wrestle with her and pin her to the ground. It was still just playing,...of course, and the immature i****tuous love I felt for her was still just an uneasy feeling whenever my crotch rubbed against her for a second.Mom worked as a nurse on the nightshift. It seemed perfect to me. She’d work while I slept, then while I was at school, she’d sleep. But my senior year of high school, this change. She had been working “per. .." She said seductivly, "I want you to feel this".I looked around as she slid deeper into the backseat. I dropped my pants and got into the car, closing the door behind me. I reached for her panties and began sliding them down her legs when the smell of sex became very apparent. Her thighs fell open, once her panties were off and I leaned down to get a closer look, perhaps even a taste, when she interupted my thoughts."NO" she said quickly, "I want that cock! I want you to do what you did last. I told him he was hurting me, begged him to let me go, and I felt his grip loosen. He turned me around until I was facing him again, and let go of one of my arms, but kept his hand against my skin. My eyes were still closed tight, and I could feel his hand moving down my arm, the small of my back and finally cupping my little tight butt. I felt with every nerve where he touched me, and hot tears squeezed out of my eyes. "Don't cry, Sophie," he said when he saw me crying. "Don't cry and. Just as I was beginning to think that I would have to alert my Mistress once more to my imminent release, she let go of me. Unfortunately, I took a half step after she had let go and I collided with her hip. The feel of her bare skin on mine was almost too much in my heightened state and I gasped at the sudden contact. I tried to step back and almost tripped. I felt her hands on my shoulders steadying me. She kissed me on the tip of my nose and spoke to me warmly."You're doing very well." She.