Her father was on duty, alert for dope-smoking pervert kinkos. Her mother was only Christ knew where. Sylvia suspected her mother was fucking around, ...nd she hoped her mother would be damned careful. Both feared Buzz Watkins' violent temper.Sylvia made herself two huge sandwiches and wolfed them down with a glass of milk. Wild sex always made her ferociously hungry. Then the blonde took a long, hot bath and tried to concentrate on her homework.She gave that up as impossible after just ten. I got to the bathroom and closed the swinging door.There was no lock, I selected the biggest of the stalls on the far end and went to work. Setting my books and purse down I scrambled to the soap dispenser. I slathered a big glob on a paper towel and wiped the toilet down thoroughly. I then took a second glob of soap, this one was for me! I promised my fan an anal fuck so I took the soap in my left hand and began rubbing my tight little asshole, sliding a few fingers in to warm up. I dug in. " She told me I loved it. She told me I was a cock-slut now. She told me she was my mistress. And she began to fuck my ass.In and out, fast and hard. My cock was hard against the sheet below me and the thrusting movements of her hips as she pumped the big plastic cock into my bum, over and over, were causing me to rub myself off against the bed. She lifted herself off me and pulled me to my knees by my hips.I was on all-fours now, getting fucked by this woman. She grunted with each buck of her. That at least is what my stepmother called them while gently tweaking the tips until my face grew flushed and I felt them stiffen. “How well they come up,” she whispered, “shall I show you something nice?” I nodded, my cheeks suffused. There was a hot feeling in my eyes as she drew me towards the bed, lay down suddenly upon her back with her legs dangling over the edge and pulled me upon her so that I stumbled and fell between her stockinged legs. Holding me so, she gazed up at me quite.