“Oh God, Mom,” Eric gasped, his hips beginning to move slowly back and forth in a fucking motion.Melissa grasped the back of Eric’s thighs, her ...ails unintentionally digging into his soft flesh. Her head followed the movement of his hips. There was no longer any hesitating. She had longed to do this to Eric’s father, but he would never allow it. Never in her wildest imagination would she have believed that she would be doing it to her son. Her mind could not process the enormity of that.. Marge shrieked in worry “Oh Bart honey, I’m so sorry I hurt you! Let me reduce my special little guy’s pain. ” Marge reached her hands into her son’s trousers and pulled out his crotch and started massaging his ovaries. Bart groaned in relief like having an organism. Marge saw her son’s penis growing by his excite of seeing her enormous bare tits, before she leaned over and put her lips on it. Bart was enjoying his mother sucking his large solid cock, Bart was rubbing his hands down her back. At some point lips would meet and her moans would grow desperate as one tongue vigorously probed another. Then she would present her ass while eyeing the riding crop on the wall using body language to plead for a lashing. After being lashed she would, while trembling and sobbing with pain reach for his cock jerking it erect and then obediently plead to have it inserted anywhere in her body.A sharp lash across booth ass cheeks suddenly snapped her back to reality, but not quite. In her. It was sad, seeing our friendship grow apart in those later years. Then, in our sophomore year, her dad got a new job in New York, and they moved almost immediately. We stayed good friends in those early months. Almost every night, we’d be on the phone. I helped her through her days of not knowing anyone, to the days of knowing a few people, to the days of going on her first date. Then, the phone calls kept coming fewer and fewer, and we eventually lost most touch with each other. Suffice to.