I didn't release her."I want a real kiss," I demanded, looking down at her face, as I held her.She looked back up at me,"Well, that is what you get, b...cause if I give you a real kiss, you will be expecting it to turn into sex," she calmly explained."And what, in god's name, is wrong with that?" I asked, put off by her reply."Because I'm not in the mood for sex, so I'm not encouraging you," she stated, just rather factually.I let her go, and kind of pushed her away at that. She stumbled. To lock it when they got in. the door opened and my mother walked in first. my mother was thirty-six but beautiful with large breasts and long brown hair. she was the secretary for the boss of a major business so she made a lot of money." next my dad walked in he looked almost like a clone of me only taller so need to describe him. he worked as a professor at a college "hey son how was your d.." my mom stopped as she saw the look on my face."Mom dad have a seat we need to talk. they shut the. When Amelia stroked my thigh, I felt even better. But, as her hand edged higher, I started caressing her lovely breast, enjoying how petite it was, how supple yet firm. When her hand settled on my groin, her attention still on a sitcom, an erection slowly formed, my jeans tightening. Her hand explored.She glanced up at me, eyes full of amusement. “You’re horny.” She paused. “Is it alright to say horny?”“It’s a good word for my condition,” I assured. “I’ve been horny since I woke up this. I dropped to my knees and delicately grabbed his cock with my fingers and began to slowly stroke it. It grew before my eyes. I sensually held it as if it were a rose. My hands couldn’t’t cover it, it was a beautiful 9” and still growing, it was getting hotter with every stroke. I liked the feel of it growing in my hands. I really liked it. Then Carol said “suck it, now”, and I hungrily put it in my mouth and felt his cock growing and widening my jaw, and again she said “suck it” I started.