She finally flicked across my little button and I bit my lip hard to stop from screaming. She had gotten me so riled up and now it just felt soooo goo.... But that was all she gave me of that, instead moving down to my dripping little hole and putting two digits inside. Slowly and easily she moved them in and out,and my hips found the rhythm. She curled her finger and a tiny mewling sound burst from my mouth as she triggered my g spot. I was in heaven, a thousand feet off the ground and I never. I turned to my friend and said "You want to know who really turns me on?" "Who?" he said. "Your Mom, dude I think she hot." "Oh yeah?" he said, "I guess she is pretty hot isn't she." I said "I'd love to see her naked." He sat up and said "I found some pictures of her that my Dad took, you want to see them?" I said "You bet I would." We got up and went inside.I waited on the sofa while he went to get the photos, my cock started growing hard in anticipation. He returned carrying a shoe box and. .. yeah, the view was nice.He blushed when she caught him staring – and then chuffed out a surprised laugh when all she did was wiggle her hips at him, purposefully provocative now, with a wide grin. His own armour grew even more uncomfortable, and he sent a brief prayer of thanks to the Maker that the thick leather would at least disguise that fact.And then, when he bent over and preceded her out of the little cave, she whistled – a loud, obnoxious, appreciative whistle. He laughed, right out. And when I nod, she gives a resigned little sigh, pats my head and says, "Well, at least I raised a tidy boy".Whenever she says this, I always go bright red. The truth would have killed her.You see, I never used it for cleaning.I discovered love at thirteen.As a rule, thirteen year old boys are horny and desperate. Some boys are lucky; they're pimple-free and look like Jesse McCarthy. For the rest of us, it's a different story. It's a cruel trick of nature that we're at our most sexually active.