He was awestruck as he watched his mother grip his cock and guide it between her pussy lips. He felt her wetness on the large knob and then the littl... indentation slowly opening up as she lowered herself onto him. The feeling in his cock were intense as she slowly rose and fell, each time taking a little bit more inside her until finally, wide eyed and open mouthed, she sank fully onto him.“There,” she said as she gently rocked her hips back and forth. “All in! How does it feel?”“Fucking. She was waif thin and probably not much more than five feet tall. Her skin was so white it almost shone and it only served to make the shadows of cleavage and those beneath the hem of the dress all the more mysterious and provocative. “Can I help you?” she asked and I nearly jumped. I had not realized I was staring at her until her voice pulled me back into the present and I saw her looking at me with an odd smile on her lips. “I’m sorry, I just was admiring how nice you look this evening and. Amanda froze. “Amanda, I have to make sure you’re not going to start drinking again.”She gaped at me. Rule number one of addiction or alcoholism is never have any drugs or alcohol around the victim. Everyone knew that.“Do you want it, Amanda?”She stared wide-eyed at the bottle, her mouth still half full of food. A rush of adrenaline surged up my spine. They say an addict can’t refuse another hit. Their brains go into autopilot and they zone in on getting that next fix at any cost. Same goes for. I dipped a finger into my pussy and found it wet and silky. My hips moved forward as if on their own, enclosing my finger in the depths of my pussy. My pussy squeezing my fingers, wishing they were a cock instead. All that was running through my mind at this point I was, “Kev, please notice me so you can fuck the living shit out of me.” A moan escaped my lips as I felt the growing need for sex, any sex at all, I just needed sex. I watched as his hand jerked his hard cock. The sliding of his.