"How old are you?" I am 17," I tell him."Do you like sex?" he asks me."Absolutely!" I tell him."I bet you like to suck dick, don't you?" I love it," I...respond.He takes and unzips his pants and pulls them down, revealing a nice, thick hard cock. "Does this look inviting to you?" he asks me. "Since your mom is not feeling good, can you take care of this for me?" Yes I can." I get up off the sofa, my robe falling open, and I get down on my knees between his legs. I take his cock in my hand and. I was making a scene. Older woman gave me half-amused and half-scandalized looks while older futas ogled me, such hungry looks in their eyes while their cocks and nipples hardened.Still, I had this wet itch in me.“Is everything okay, Samantha?” I asked.“Fine, fine,” she said, a smile appearing on her lips. But it felt ... forced. “Looking forward to your promise.” Her hand squeezed my rump. Hard.I gasped. “Not so hard. I’m delicate.”“Right, right, delicate,” she said, nodding her head. Her eyes. Although many might expect anger but S was very calm and sweetly smiled at her.Feeling bad, M offered to clean up his clothes after the mess she caused. S agreed without thinking just to get to know this beautiful girl, and since he was shy and couldn't come up to talk to her this small accident worked to his best. M was the opposite of S, being sexy and always showing it off. Normally she dressed in revealing items to satisfy a deep pleasure from hungry stares.At her house she asked S to. I reached out and grabbed her perfect tits. I began massaging them and my mother didn’t even hesitate to stop me. She told me to drop my pants and I was even more shocked. I still had my boner, and it was even harder than before. I stepped into the shower and we closed the curtain. My mother grabbed me then she started kissing me and I kissed back. They weren’t motherly kisses, but more of sexy, thrilling and lustful kisses. My cock was pushed up against her body a little higher than her pussy..