Pinching the nipples between my fingers I pull her toward me lowering one to my mouth. Sucking the extended nub between my lips I bite down lightly Sh... squirms faster now and intuitively I know she is ready. Gripping her ass cheeks I spread them open. She reaches back behind herself and grasps my cock placing it to her engorged lips she settles back allowing it to slide almost effortlessly into her. OOOHH! She moans as her inner walls stretch to accommodate my blood filled projection. Resting. His middle son, Alex, had died in a bike accident when he was 15. Brett said Justin could stay for the week, maybe two if necessary till I got it all sorted. And because he lived not too far from Justins school his education wouldnt be interrupted. Brett did say that it couldnt be a permanent thing but hed teach the boy a few manly pursuits and he was sure hed be a great role model. I breathed easy that week although Justin was very reluctant to go and stay with Brett and his cousins. He asked. My ass and pelvis and prick were grinding in and out like a machine. Lost in the in the passion I never heard my mother come into the house. Oblivious to the fact she was standing in the doorway watching me. When I came I gasped, "I love you Momma." Then I heard, "What the hell are you doing!!"I rolled over and jumped up mortified. She walked into the bedroom and gasped when she saw cum dripping from my stiff prick. Her face was beat red and she stared at me for a long time and finally said. Now there was noise. Neon waved at them. The Cum Pit. Smallersigns said things like "come in to cum." And "fuck my rabbit." slut haven." slut wondered at that one.Things had gone weird.The building was brick and old and tall. A line of people,mostly men, but a few women as well waited to get in."Remember this, Leslie?" Chantel said absently, as she cutthrough the line."Y-yes, Ms. Chantel." Ready to do it again, hon?" Please don't make me. Please. It's too much, Ms. Chantel.Please." Of course.