Mom will prepare for next days class in the evening she will find the story. My indication that my mom as read the story is i will find the teared pie...es of the story in the dust bin at home on the next day morning. But i didn’t find the pieces of paper. I thought she might not have read. For every 3 days i used to keep one story in her book. But i have not found the pieces of paper. So i came to the conclusion that mom was storing the papers. One month passed as i started to keep the stories. She began to suck harder on him, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. The familiar taste of cock began to excite her.As Lou began to moan in delight, Mary swung her head underneath him and licked the underside of his rod from balls to tip, then flicked her tongue at the head. Then she grabbed his ass in both hands and pushed him into her mouth all the way, building up to a frantic pace.Lou's moaning got louder until he finally cried out. "Damn, that's it! I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna shoot it. The tentacle slips inside, cold and wet, but it's not nearly as big as before. It's barely bigger around than a finger, but so much longer and more dexterous, searching inside me until it finds my prostate. I cry out, my back arching, as it presses into the wall of my rectum, circling that spongy lump and contracting around it, rhythmically squeezing until I feel like I'm going to explode, but not providing enough stimulation to let me cum.I moan helplessly, my cock throbbing and leaking. Then her hand was around my cock and it was growing. I had only just learned how to masturbate but her hand felt real good.Then suddenly she got over me, straddled my hips, and held my cock up as she lowered herself down onto it. I was being raped but I didn’t care, in fact I was enjoying it a lot.As she rose up and settled back down I could feel her breast rub against my cheek. I turned my head and occasionally I got a hold of her nipple with my lips. I heard her moan but I still had no idea.