Somethingprevented her from talking freely and she stuttered.She knew that Kip felt her discomfort, and she didn’twant to lose him, and so after...they found a secludedspot in the park, hidden away behind the evergreentrees and hemlock shrubbery, she kissed him, and thenkissed him again fiercely and forced her tongue intohis mouth.“I’ll do anything,” she whispered. He unzipped. Sheknelt, took him into her mouth and closed her eyes.His buttocks were hard beneath her fingers. She was sixteen and kinda homely in my recollection. Nice enough though so we got along and did stuff for entertainment after my little sister went to bed around 9PM. The day after my fourteenth birthday was a Saturday.This day was different after sis bedded down. We were watching TV when Pat asked me if I’d lie down on the couch next to her. I didn’t know why but it was a “why not?” My parents didn’t breathe a word about sex to me. A friend had taught me about masturbation. Pat had well. It had been almost a year since he had met Sheila . She did anything & everything he said. She had no gag reflex , she had the sexiest walk from all the anal she received . Max always collared& leashed Sheila & even buttplugged her for days on end . He had fisted her pussy & shithole many times. He loved her pussy & she had even been a weekend sexslave to younger women in their 20s.Sheila was developing into quite the pro at pussy-licking He introduced Sage to Sheila and had them. You better finish what you started.Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy mom these days. Where the hell do you think they got the term "mother-fucker" from, anyway? Almost a year has passed since that delightful afternoon when I discovered that a middle-aged woman has the experience and the desire to show a young man around the bed in ways that a younger girl could never dream of. The fact that the middle-aged woman in question was my own mother certainly didn't bother me if.