She knelt in front of him, unbuttoned his shorts, unzipped them, and pulled them down to the floor. She pulled his jockeys down as well, and he lifted...his feet out of them. His cock was beginning to swell, and she took its tip into her mouth. She raised her eyes to meet his as she drew his still-increasing length past her lips, lifted up off it, and was drawing it back in, when she spit it out, laughing. He was laughing as well, and she punched him in the chest, lightly. ‘You’re BAD!’ ‘What. Not that I minded my Mum being there to greet me - quite the opposite actually. For a while now, I had been looking at my Mum in a different light - not as my Mum, but more as a woman only slightly older than me...well, more than slightly, but Mum was still only 38 years old, and me, being 20, well I had the world at my feet. Mum had never remarried after my Dad and her divorced, and to tell you truth, I'd never even seen her dating, let alone even thought about her having sex with. She felt his hips tense and relax several times during the course of her task. She smiled slyly; this was just the beginning.Now she took his shaft out of her mouth with cords of sweet saliva trailing, and looked up at him. Her face was a mask of desire; a painted personification of lust. One look into her fiery onyx eyes and he was transfixed; a slave in thralldom. She pumped hard at the base of his cock now, ensuring that she made firm contact with his balls with every stroke. She saw beads. Tony, 22, war der älteste der sieben. Ihm gehörte das Wohnmobil, was dem ohnehin arroganten Macho das Gefühl von Macht gab. Er malte sich jetzt schon aus, wie es wäre, eines der drei heißen Girls in seinem Wohnmobil flach zu legen und es ihr zu besorgen. Tony war ein beliebter Footballspieler an der Uni und bildete sich viel auf sein gutes Aussehen ein. Er war groß, kräftig und hatte kurz geschorenes blondes Haar.Jamal, 21, war Tonys bester Kumpel und ebenfalls footballspieler. Der schwarze.