His picture didn’t include his face - it was merely a pair of strong, masculine hands in black and white, resting on a table. A little cliche, but I...couldn’t blame him; this wasn’t a website for faces. My picture was black and white, too, and showed nothing but my neck and collarbone. Exposed and waiting. We met for the first time at a coffee shop. ‘Henry,’ he said as he leant toward me, smiling. I assumed it wasn’t his real name; ‘Lily’ certainly wasn’t mine. He was about ten years older than. " I nodded dumbly. I just wanted my cock inside that warm wet nest between my her legs, so that once again I could again feel the delicious sensation of my sperm pulsing into my mother's wet hairy pussy.Mum got on the bed and lay on her back, she opened her legs wide and raised her knees, then propped a pillow under her head, looking down the bed to where I sat at the foot. I looked up between her legs at the big bulge of her hairy pubic mound, and I climbed up towards her, my prick aflame with. We clutched tightly for a few long seconds then she pushed away, smiled modestly then whispered, “You have to stop doing that.”Expecting her to say we'd finally gone too far I asked, “What?”“Every time you get off around me you mess up what I'm wearing and I have to hide it from mom who is always looking for laundry. You don't have to explain sex stains in your bed or underwear, but I would have a hard time convincing her I had a wet dream.” Her eyes flickered with amusement then she turned. She was talking animatedly to some guy dressed as Zorro and I stood behind her listening and pretending to be interested in the chicken wings.The Zorro dude was apparently her boyfriend and they were arguing, she wanted to go downstairs and he had a phone call or something to make. Suddenly someone ran up to Jessica and pushed me into the table, spilling my drink and Zorro's drink. I turned to see this foxy chick with long black hair in a hula outfit whispering to Jessica. I was checking her.