’We left the building and Max followed me home in her car, parking in my spare parking space at the flat. ‘Do you mind if I change first?’ I ask...d, pointing towards the flats, It won’t take two minutes.’Max nodded and we walked up to my first floor flat. I left Max in the living room looking through my music collection and hurriedly changed into jeans and a t-shirt in my bedroom. When I walked back in, she was studying an old UFO LP.‘Can I listen to this before we go out?’ Max asked.‘Sure, do. I could feel my cock starting to grow at the closeness of her hand. She was looking me straight in the eyes and a smile came across her face. ‘That’s why you use ladders’ she said, the playfulness still in her voice. Her right hand left my hip as she moved back a little but her left still held onto the front of my jeans. My cock reached its full potential. I could feel the head pressing against her fingertips. A million emotions ran through me, I couldn’t speak. Her eyes went from mine. Ohhhh... ooooh... I’m only young... y-you can’t... you m-mustn’t... “I grinned again. “Actually, it’s your sister who is going to get my cock up her,” I said with deliberate crudity. However, that news did not seem to re-assure Deema, who went on sobbing and looked as distraught as ever. “You’re simply going to suck me...”She blanched, mouth sagging. “OH... NO... OOOO... NEVER!” she cried.I grinned yet again... and took down a leathern crop from the wall.Pulling her back, I lashed it across her. “I cannot believe, you are so damn tight.”“As I said, I thought you may be thicker than your dad, and believe me, you are thicker than he is, by a little bit. I just kept my dick buried to the hilt without moving, “Is it this tight with dad’s dick, in your pussy?” just thinking to myself, more than really asking mom that question.“He’s a little bit more like snug rather than tight. Now, how about fucking me?”I started pulling out at a slow speed, till just the head of my cock was left in mom’s.