.. yeah, I could do that." Good, because ever since Saturday I've been wanting to do ... more."Robby felt a little faint. "More." he repeated."Yes ......more." said his mother.He got up and went to his room, where he tried to think about his homework assignment. How could he possibly write a poem when all he could think about was his mother's body? The curve of her breasts, with their up-looking nipples, looking like tiny ski jumps or something.He stiffened. Wait a minute ... what if...He sat. As my comp was situated such that she will be able to see what was playing on my screen. and my back would be to her.So she would see me wanking without fearing i would see her. I heard her ascending up the stairs and started giving my cock a slow wank. My cock was already rock hard, not because of the porno but because of my desire for my mum. I was pretty big in that department, when fully erected, my cock was 9 and a half inch long, and three inches around. I've been giving my girlfriends. Mrs. Tiplitski was as efficient as a trauma surgeon, the result of treating farming accidents I guess. My nose had stopped bleeding and we were icing down my ankle when Tater and Cindi roared back up, Jethro right behind them, well ahead of Tater's hounds. Cindi was off the seat and kneeling beside me before Tater had come to a full stop. I assured Cindi I was all right then I stood up to test out my ankle. I had known enough not to take off my boot, and that coupled with the ice reduced any. ‘OHGOD…fuck my pussy again John…make me feel like your slut tonight baby…’ she whispered as I grabbed her hips again and readjusted my dick as I slid it into her pussy, her velvety walls immediately stretching out for me as I began to fuck her deeper than before. ‘OHGOD…SHIT…fuck me…tear my walls up stud…’ she hissed as she pushed her hips back into my dick, throwing her head back as she moaned my name. ‘GOD…you feel so fucking good from this angle Victoria…’ I whispered to her as I thrust in.