I loved feeling her ass in my hands. She always loved the way I licked her, especially when I was dressed. It allowed her to fantasize better about be...ng licked by a woman. She was immediately grinding her pussy against my face, already soaking wet, and begging me to make her cum. She was never this aggressive but I loved it. I could tell she was already getting close, and I loved feeling her body burying my face in her. Then she suddenly said, "Please finger my ass, sexy," and I immediately. I've always wanted to confess how I feel about her, but not like that. It was awkward and embarrassing, I could barely speak and she was in complete control of the situation. Then again... She did handle it very well, she didn't freak out at me, didn't tell me to get the fuck out of her house. If I didn't know any better by the look in her eyes I'd say she liked what she saw on that computer screen. Could she possibly be ok with what I fantasize about? What if she really did like what she saw?. He felt the little ball from my tongue piercing as it teased his cock. The tongue piercing was a gift I gave him on our last anniversary as a surprise, and he loved the feel of the little ball on his cock. I moved faster on his now completely rigid cock. I wrapped my hands around his shaft as well, moving in rhythm with my mouth an twisting them as they pumped up and down his meaty pole. It was a trick I learned watching one of our many porn flicks and it was a trick that never failed to please. His young cock was getting hard and swollen. He was not a pervert or sick but still wanted to hear and see more. With caution, he slowly turned the door handle and opened the door little bit. The scene hit him like a ton of bricks. His mother was on her back, legs spread wide apart, feet towards the door and his father like a jackhammer between her legs, giving it to her extremely hard and rough. His mother’s neck jumping up with each powerful thrust in her cunt and with the impression on her.