He dropped me on my back, but I pushed him off. “No! I want you to do me like you did Carrie. Make me your bitch first, then make me your lover.”I... was all I needed to say. He flipped me like I was a feather, pulling me up to my knees. One advantage I had over Carrie was I didn’t need lube, I was dripping like a bad faucet when he entered me. It was the biggest thing I’d ever had in me. When he hit my cervix I screamed and gushed, the first of many. I wasn’t exactly as vocal as Carrie said she. Her hips were beautifully rounded. They framed her smoothly shaven vulva. That consisted of a slight mound, a well defined slit, with no clit hood. Her thighs were slender and athletic. Seen from behind her bare bottom looked almost like a Valentine heart. The backs of her knees were delightfully dimpled.I had every reason to be appreciative, and was. Nevertheless, I was surprised by fantasies of establishing a Ménage à trois with my boss, whom I admired. I could not understand why, but the. The guys in there fancy him something rotten but as yet no one has pulled him”He smiled at me knowingly. “You seemed to be getting on with him fine”“He is having girl problems like me,” I said. Steve just smiled “Yes “he said. “Nothing like a Saturday night party in a gay club to forget your girl problems is there” and with that he winked and went back to his office.Did he know something or was he just fishing? Had he been at the club Saturday or had someone seen me and told him? Whilst I felt. Did we go further than she had intended? Was that the problem? Wonder Woman had lost all control of herself last night. My mother allowed her son to fuck her.If she had wanted, or planned to stop before we fucked, when did Mom want to stop? When I was fondling and loving her breasts? Or when she was sucking my cock?I had no answers to any of my questions. I knew, however, I couldn’t hide in my room forever. The repercussions of the night before needed to be faced.Going through my morning.