But, after casting a wide enough net and exhaustive months of trial and error, I found one guy willing to meet me at a public park about twenty minute... away. It was the middle of a summer afternoon, and we were planning on meeting to play basketball as an “ice breaker” before deciding where to go next. I got in my truck and drove to the park, but as I got close, I started to panic. I ended up driving right past the park and returning home. I was overwhelmed with feelings of shame, but even more. I watched as her tits bounced up and down with every thrust. I saw the look on her face and felt her hand squeeze my shoulder as she orgasmed. She knew it was just as wrong as I did, and she loved it just as much.With every thrust, I resisted the urge to cum. I was afraid of cumming in her pussy, but couldn't stop. Almost as if she sensed my concern, she told me to stop. Quivering and sweating, she said in a weak voice, "I want you in my ass."I had never done anal before and was worried it. I began giving mommy what I term the Tommy gun; rapid fire, large caliber rounds of ammo, a Valentine Day's massacre of cunt by a killer cock. Corny, but when I'm horny, I pour on the hot lead in bed and the babes are dyin' for it. To do this feat of fornication, I take the dominate position over the supine partner. Or if you will, the classical missionary position. Not bragging, but when we go at it that way, the gals haven't got a prayer, though they find themselves begging for more.Mom. Shelly gradually moved closer to me and finally was leaning against me as we watched together. After a while I put my arm along the back of the sofa behind her. My hand dropped down, lightly touching her shoulder. I found out later that if I’d have looked over my shoulder, I’d have seen my mother standing in the kitchen entrance, watching us, smiling. At the start of the second half, Shelly’s late night and lack of sleep caught up to her and she drifted off, her head on my shoulder. I picked.