Maybe it was during the two week project where we spent endless hours together breaking down Hamlet, or maybe it was just a build-up throughout the en...ire year. In the plainest of terms it seems as if I just looked up one day and realized how much I liked her boobs. How to describe them I am not entirely sure, but the words that came to my mind were soft, creamy, and plump. It's not like I don't have enough boobs to share with 3 other people, but hers contrasted mine in ways I found. Each time I think I am regaining some control and try another lick or suck on Alexis thrusting pelvis, the beads trick my body by exploring a new sensation. In the end I am reduced to just kissing her hip bones while thrusting two fingers between her lips. I can see the puddle forming on the carpet – I am going to be in so much trouble, but this is as nothing to the gushing squirt that Alexis unleashes over my hands and face when she cums. It is running off my chin and dripping off my elbows –. And boy he hit me up every time and damn straight I went to him on a regular. After a few time letting him suck me dry I didn’t ask him I told him I wanted to suck him off a bit. He was surprised but willing, so I got on my knees and he slowly showed me what kind of tool he was caring and damn he had a nice thick, juicy, and big cock. And I hesitated for a second thanking am I gonna be able fit that sick in my mouth. honestly at first I couldn’t fit all of that big dick of his in my mouth but. I spluttered some incoherent reply, stuffing the offending panties back in the washing basket while trying to hide my very erect dick. ‘So, my little pervert of a son likes his mom’s soiled panties does he?’‘Y...yes,’ I stammered. No point in denying the obvious. Red in the face, I began to sob uncontrollably. ‘I’m sorry mom, I’m really sorry.’‘You’re a pathetic little sissyboy. What are you?’‘A s?s?sissyboy mom,’ I stammered through my uncontrollable tears. She slapped my face. ‘Not a.