She pointed to the floor before her where I quickly tookmy place with my head bowed. She lifted my chin with her finger untilour eyes met and sat back...against the back of the couch crossing herlegs."You know when you're home alone toiling away at your menial chores I'mout trying to pick up guys, right cuckie?" Yes ma'am." Well cuck, I notice I get a lot of stares. I can't help but notice allthe men staring at my legs, my breasts, and when I'm walking I know if Iturn around he'll be staring at. Mom parted her legs and I fingered her slippery wet pussy while I fumbled to undo my trousers with my other hand. My cock pushed at my boxers and mom slipped her hand inside the slit, she had me ready to explode. “Let me taste you” mom saidPulling my fingers out from her pussy, she dropped to her knees taking my boxers down with her. My cock end looked like a ripe purple plum you would see in the shop and it was going into my mom’s mouth “Christ mom, go careful”She licked and sucked. The pit..." Carefully, she opened an eye and looked at what was going on. A tall man, wearing nothing but some kind of cloak and what looked like a ritual mask, was on her. He held his head high, muttering what could be a psalm of some sort, and as he did so Lara could see the tip of his penis coming in and out of between her tits firmly pressed together. "Oh, just great, she thought midly disgusted. If that is all they have as 'hidden treasures', I guess that trip was kind of pointless...". And our coach, a former Olympic wrestler, was not happy about it. As punishment, he made me spar against him all practice long. And he threw me around like a rag doll. I was a big strong boy, but Coach Strong was as big as I was and his speed and technique were light years ahead of mine. He whipped my ass and once practice was over he made me do the running I had missed by being late. By the time I returned to the locker room all my teammates had showered and left and with Coach Strong.