"Well, I'm sorry. Do you want me to call 911?" I volunteered."Hell no! Just put your eyes back in their sockets and get your ass back in here and help...me!" she sounded less angry. So I slid the curtain open and started to hand her a towel. "Fuck that! Just get your arm under mine and help me up." Her eyes gravitated to the tent still apparent in my pants.I leaned forward, my face almost touching her hot wet breast, and slipped my arm around her back. She grabbed my other arm with her other hand. I didn't really know and had never asked Tim. I pretty much kept quiet to Tim about how attracted I was to his mom. Tim was my best friend and I obviously loved visiting his house to play D&D or hang out or whatever, but my secondary motive was to see Rochelle. I especially loved visiting in the summer and stayed overnight at his house whenever I could during summer vacation. Rochelle was fond of wearing fairly skimpy outfits; nothing risque, just very form-fitting or lightly revealing. My. "Mom you give the best head ever, I love the feeling of your mouth and lipsaround my dick, it gets me so hard, can we start fucking now?" Yes do me long and hard Dennis, mount me like a dog," his mom cried out asshe got on all fours. "Get behind me and slam that tool of yours in me andride me hard."Dennis stood up behind his mom and rubbed the tip of his cock around theoutside of his mom's very wet pussy lips, he got it nice and wet and thenslammed it in hard, completely embedding himself in. When I finished 'his' story, I gave it a 10 and move on to other stories. But it had turned me on more than any story ever had and I found myself going back and rereading it - with a hand inside my now soaked panties and one rubbing my hard nipples. Then I wrote the author. I don't know why I did it; I guess I just wanted to tell him how much his story had excited me. He wrote me back the next day and talked dirty to me. He told me how he knew what I was doing to myself (How did he know?) and.