I didn't see her for a while then although there was nothing unusual about that with us, but when she finally phoned, she had a proposition which both...scared and thrilled me. I turned up knowing the proposition but not the extent of it or knowing how it would work.The house was filled with feminine chatter when I arrived and found six of her girlfriends were sitting around. I knew some of them, but was introduced to two new girls who looked me over appraisingly and frankly with an expert eye.. You take leave of your senses with wave after of pleasure from multiple orgasms. You look me in the eyes and say, “I’m so proud of you baby boy.”Story repeats here:On either my 15th or 16th Birthday, you stand before me in a very unassuming terry cloth robe all wrapped up. You tell me, "Son, you are becoming a man now. I have seen how you look at me when I bend over or lay in bed. I also see that hard on you get when I walk around the house naked or when I’m in my bathing suit.As your mom, I. The boy, though still damp, felt hot as a baked potato, his entire body having reached the temperature of his cock. He wriggled until he was lying flat out on top of her, then began to knife his cock between her legs. Fuck! he mumbled. Fuck! Alicias strength was going fast. She felt weak all over. She knew she wouldnt have been able to fight the boy off even if shed wanted to. Spreading her legs wide, she lay passively under her rutting son, allowing him to do whatever he wished. His cock found. At least it made him step back a pace. I put my hands on my hips, facing him. "Look, Charles. I get it, okay? Bette hurt you and hurt your best friend. Now, you're getting revenge by trying to do the same thing back." "Is that what I'm doing?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Clearly. But, this isn't going to end with me in your bed. Do you understand me?" "Are you sure?" "Yes. I'm sure." "Because you're very attracted to me." "I'm not your type." My voice was pure scorn. "Really. What's my type?".