*-*-* Small-town high school football games are, in our town at least, the social events of the school year, topped only by the prom and homecoming da...ce. Virtually everyone in town attends, because virtually everyone in town is related in some form or another to one of the people involved. The home games are really bad, because the bleachers are usually packed and the concession stands need their own parking lot. I'm joking, but not by much. I sought out one of my friends, Tommy Johnson, a. Even though I was enjoying my control over my mother, I had no intention of hurting her… she was my mother and I loved her as a son. The ten minutes seemed to last an eternity at the thought of what I would be doing with my mother. The clock in the bottom of the screen seemed frozen at times… 6, 7, 8… ‘knock…knock’. I jumped… Mum was early…I smiled…must be eager to feel my hard cock in her cunt. My voice seemed to be a little raspy when I called for her to enter… my mouth was dry. The door. In my next visit, I wanted to enhance my closeness with her by very casual dealing and talks. My sole attempt was to bring her to a win-win situation. Now my visit to her house increased to almost every day. She started to be very free and open to me in all matters.At this point, I offered myself to her fully and we started to move on my bike in the city for passing time and for pleasure also.I wanted to distract her attention from the taboos about conduct and character to be maintained for the. Still new that the sex was electrifying still and we acted like each other’s booth call. The one night she had gone out with her friends and I decided to stay in as I had work the next day, I was falling asleep when she text me saying she was horny and wanted to suck me off and then ride me hard. At that whilst still half asleep I got dressed and waked the few streets to hers. Shelly opened the door in a sexy black dress that sat high on her thigh and held tightly over her breasts. We chatted.