I always smiled and she would smile back, unable to keep myself from staring at her incredible bosom, heaving over the check-out conveyor. I memorized...her schedule and changed my shopping habits daily visits. She wore a wedding ring, but I didn't care, I wanted her. I wanted to feel her full, supple body, to slowly remover her blouse and memorize the bounty of her breasts. Her eyes looking directly into mine as I took her missionary style. My obsession with her became uncontrollable. I. I begin thrusting repeatedly, hard against your ass. I lean forward slightly, to get deeper, placing my tits on your back. I begin fucking you, hard and slow, at first....but I can tell you want it faster with the bitch sounds you start making. I sit back and pull slightly backwards and look down at my cock inside your ass, only to see that sissy ass back up onto my cock... you want more. Such a Slut. Such a horny, Slut. I grad your hips hard and start plowing my cock into your asshole and make. Instead she said, "Now Matt, I understand that all boys your age have urges, but did you have to take my best new panties?". Now I'm not a shy person but had nothing to say except to hand my head and reply, "Mom you have no idea what it's like for a guy my age. The girls in school are mostly teases and even my teachers are no help. My geometry teacher Miss Phelps is always wearing nylons and garter belts..". The conversation went on like that for 45 minutes that seemed like hours. She. I didn't want her to get nervous so I told her to tell me more about the guys she had been with. She started slowly like she was unsure about what she was doing but after a few minutes she started to loosen up. I listened attentively for a while until she finally paused. "What about sex", I asked seriously. "Were there any problems there"? She stared at me with a blank expression. "Don't be shy", I said sincerely."I don't know if I can talk to you about that", she whispered. "I don't want you.