I wanted him, badly. My libido was like a freight train that couldn’t be stopped until the train wreck occurred. I was finally going to allow myself...the experience I missed the day I broke my leg. Yeah, I had gotten too comfortable again. God, he had to be eight or nine inches long. He dropped my skirt and pulled my panties down over my stockings.He said, “I still love you as much as I ever did, Jan.”He took my foot in his hands and slipped my heel off. He sighed as he felt my nylon covered. We were both urgent to get into a position and fuck. Swathi lay back on the seat and bent one leg up. The other she spread wide over the back of the front seat. She lifted her Skirt as I climbed in the car and closed the door. “Give me that cock of yours. Give me that cock!” Swathi demanded.She grabbed at my belt and jerked it as she hurried to get my cock out. “Hurry!” She urged. The button of my pants was hidden inside, and I fumbled with it only a second, before jerking it free and popping. My tongue now pushed into her mouth and caressed her soft, inexperienced tongue as I explored the hot inner workings of her face.The hand that had rested at the small of her back now inched downward till it found the very top of her ass-crack. My index fingers softly pushed at the crack feeling her softness through the red, pleated school skirt. Her pelvis now seemed to crush forward as her entire body pressed against mine.Her lips now eagerly pushed against mine as her tongue met and explored. Look how hard you are!’Mom started to rub my sperm into her skin with one hand and stroke my dribbling cock with the other. After a few minutes, I was trembling like an animal when he smells pussy in the air. I got my first blow-job from Mom that day, along with my first feel of hot, wet pussy and firm tits — and they all came from my mother!For the next three weeks I masturbated to the image of my mom at least three times a day, but Mom refused to bring up the subject of sex. Mom was.