” I said, placing my pen down. “I’m hoping to keep it private, is it okay if we lock the door?” “Well, I’m not allowed to do that... unfortunately. But I assure you, most of the faculty is gone now, except the after school advisors. When does cheerleading practice start?” “In about half an hour. Ok, Mr. Reynolds, I’ll try and make this quick then and hopefully no one will interrupt us.” Tiffany walked in, her blonde hair in pigtails and her cheerleading skirt swaying with. There wasn’t a lot of traffic on I-90 here, but it was all traveling fast, 70 MPH or better, and I didn’t want to play matador to some farmer’s broken down pick-up truck. As I pulled in Helen looked over at me desperately. Her husband was almost apoplectic. The man was ranting at her, shouting over the noise of the traffic streaking by on our left. HE had wanted to take the Cadillac, not that antique thing SHE drove. IF he HAD his cell phone they would already have help on the way. Then he. For the benefit of the bystanders, I started stroking Jeff's hardon, praying that I'd be able to apologize enough later, before we got killed. Jeff played along, pumping his hips into my hand as I continued to pound his ass. The base of the dildo rubbing against my clit did its magic, as the feel of my son's enormous erection, pulsing in my palm, did unholy things to my mind. Before I realized what was happening, I was crashing through the first of a powerful series of orgasms!"Mom!" Jeff cried. At first i had tried to push it out of my mind, but the more it took over my thoughts. What are you going to be doing Monday?’ she asked. ‘Not much, i haven’t really thought that far ahead’ ‘well, i want you to come over around 10 if you can, i have a big surprise for you’ ‘what kind of surprise?’ ‘you will just have to wait till you get here, ‘you can’t do this to me, it’s not fair!’ ‘whoever said i was fair she said and laughed, just be here at 10 and don’t be late!’. The silence on the phone.