Someone had told me once that my hormones would calm down when I turned eighteen . . . I think they lied to me. I couldn't wait any longer. I d...rted from the living room, making up something regarding forgotten homework when my mother inquired about my sudden haste. I closed my bedroom door—a secure snick satisfying my ears—behind me, my cock throbbing achingly behind my jeans, and made for my computer desk, sliding into my desk chair. My jeans and boxers were removed, sitting in a messy. The vibrating ears made me jump from the initial shock to my clitty, but I soon settled down to enjoy the steady buzz. I lay motionless as I held it tight against my clit for a moment to enjoy its incessant tickling. My horny body was already tingling before I began thrusting the shaft in and out. Every ten to twenty strokes as the bunny hit my clit I held it there for a few extra seconds while my juicy vagina contracted and squeezed the shaft. Everything was slippery as I drove my rabbit. Mrs D was strapping Wendy's bum lengthways. Every count was made up of a whack along each cheek. God that was mean. Wendy was begging, yelling out how much it hurt followed by sniffling stuff like "No more, no more ohhhh please no". Very exciting.I pulled my head back, panting. I let 4-4 go and then watched every move of 5-5. Wendy screamed once on the first stroke and lots after the second stroke. She was throwing herself around, legs kicking all over the place. God, Mrs D hit hard. Her whole. I could see love and lust in her eyes. She smiled a little smile and said "My god, son, you fuck me so good."I hardly knew what to say. As my cock filled her pussy, I could only reply "You're my mom. You deserve my best" I lowered my face to hers and once again our tongues were exploring each others mouths.As my mom and I kissed, I heard moaning coming from the couch. The moans of passion were both male and female. Mom and I broke our kiss and we both looked. Mike Meyers was having a powerful.