She got up off the chair, started walking towards the door, turned, pointed her finger and proceeded to say, “You’ve got 5 minutes to put on that ...ress, and it better fit, or you have had it”. She stormed out of the room, and slammed the door. ‘Now What!’, I thought. My dress was lying on the bed. I did not want to just put on the dress. ‘OK’, I kept thinking. I went to my secret closet bookcase door, opened it, and picked out some pink petticoats, bra, a wig, and other things. ‘Might as. I fucked long and hard. My few other times fucking were not even practice for this fuck fest. Mom was hard humping with no end in sight. I broke away from her mouth and popped a nipple into my mouth, and bit down ever so slightly, causing my mom to howl in pleasure.Mom came hard for a very long time, draining my balls and making a very sloppy mess on the bed. My cock flopped out and mom rolled onto me and kissed and sucked at my body, finally falling into a half sleep on my stomach. We stayed. "But it wasn't that great. High school boys never are, but like I said, I was horny. I'm still very horny and you said you and Lisa don't do it very much."She had a point there. Besides, who would know if Christy and I went at it just one time?I then looked for a remote spot so we could have our sexual tryst where we wouldn't be disturbed or caught.I didn't have much success, but I did find one of those cheesy cheap motels that rented rooms by the hour.Not exactly what I had in mind, but it was. But frickin Saturday morning. In the end I had no choice,Tammy had a work call-in; I only had golf. Seriously; women.I put on my best step daddy cares face and I did care once we were driving there. I got through the selfish moment. However , as I looked for a parking space around the venue I realised I was in the dreaded soccer mum territorial lair...way out of my social league and bound to flounder and cringe at their over enthusiastic one sided amateur refereeing from the sidelines. I was.