I smiled at that thought. I'd certainly done Sherri. Without hesitating, in fact.Those were memories worth reveling in. I'd taken a page out of Allen'... book and had some of the best raw sex of my life.That got me thinking about Allen. We hadn't really talked when I'd called him last, the week after that disastrous night. Of course, I'd been rather whiny, then. He'd tossed off his advice about getting laid and then gotten off the phone.Well, I wasn't whiny anymore. It was time to call him. Is this it? Is Mom going to make love with me? Were we going to have sex?I was trembling when I moved to the bed. What do I do? How should I lie? Do I climb over her now? Suddenly I was worried I'd show my inexperience; maybe make it worse for Mom or look stupid. I just didn't know what to do next.Mom's smile encouraged me, her raised arms guided me. Before I knew it I felt soft thighs cradle my hips, Mom's pubic bush against my lower stomach, breasts pressed to my chest, and the soles of her. I can feel your dick pulsing, getting thicker and longer with every kiss I give you and once I feel you're hard enough, I pull back a little, stare deep into your eyes which are lightly illuminated by the moonlight and then kiss you on your lips, coming off with a little biting and then tell you I'm gonna fuck your brains out. I shove my hand into your pants and whip your dick out like it owes me something. You're hard as a rock and I glide over the tip with my pussy, my wetness teasing your. I began rotating my hips while I moved up and down and tightened my sphincter to draw out every precious drop of him like a cum vampire. He bucks helplessly beneath my motions, clawing at the sheets of the bed until finally I slow, letting him catch his breath as his orgasm subsides. The cameras flash and moved closer. I eased myself from atop his cock and bent over him slowly, licking up my own cum from his stomach and chest. I could sense someone zooming in on my cum-covered ass. I rolled.