Mother was alone in the house after dad had left for work. She was in a nightgown and was picking up the dishes from breakfast. I walked up behind her...and grabbed her in a hug. I wrapped both hands on her breasts and pulled her tight against me. All I had on were my boxers. As I nuzzled her neck I felt my cock get hard and slap against her butt. I slid down my hand and felt her bare bush against my prying fingers. Mother gasped and felt the head of my cock poke through the slit of my boxers.. She was like a vulture trying to find ways to make me suffer a painful death. She stomped off in the direction of the year book committee. I had her. She knew I was on the committee. She also knew I appeared to enjoy it. What she didn’t know was I had planned this months ago. Sara got on the year book committee fairly easy. The geeks that ran the committee where push-overs and knew better then to question the queen bee. Sara insisted on working with me. She intentionally tried to sabotage me at. ” (she is the one who told me that boyhood is called penis). I told thank you, but i am so shy and told her that i will get dressed, but she told me to remain naked as my parents will not come to our room until morning.The next day also, after entering our room, we became naked and she asked me something i never expected and never heard before, she asked me that she will taste my penis. I got shocked but i know that this all is leading me into a whole new kind of life. I accepted and she linked. He was grunting and moaning as some of this load streamed out of her pussy. He held her tight as he pushed the last of his load inside her, seemingly out of breathe. Her eyes flew open, when he plunged into her the last time, but all she could see was darkness. Holding her tightly, she listened to his rapid shallow breathing. Slowly he slid from her and lay over on his back. She continued to lie on her side, turned away from him, listening to his breathing."That was great, baby God, you are so.