Their love life seemed to fade as well.After one particularly heavy drinking night, dad really hit her across the face. Seemingly for no reason.I had ...een in my room as usual. I heard the commotion and then mom running into their room next to mine. I imagined she was laying face down on her bed crying, as I heard the moans.I went down to try talking with dad but then he hit me too. He was BIG. I mean BIG. I was just 16, and still needed to pack more ass my own self yet.Generally, mom would cry. Her son began to instinctively rock his hips and mom helped him along by pushing his ass with the heels of her pretty little feet.It wasn't long before Jacob's cock was a rock-hard pillar of flesh grinding against his mom's pubis. Michelle began to lap at the side of her son's face like a puppy-dog."Squeeze my titties." She whispered.Jacob's hands moved between them and found his mom's squishy boobs. He was amazed at how soft and spongy the were. The supple flesh literally oozed between his. At school I told Marty that I would be over right after school and didn't have to b home till supper time on Saturday. I couldn't help but be happy, just looking at her face light up when I told her was good for another thousand points on my ego meter.Then to top off my school day, just before last class Sally stopped me in the hallway, "Well, since you didn't call, I talked to my mother; she said she'd like to try it." What..." You know on our last date you said it might be fun if you and I. Call it bravado, call it impulse, ravenous desire or possibly just confidence but in an instant I said to her, 'Oh no you don't!' With that I took her by the hand and into my bedroom. She giggled asking what I was up to and with that I gently pushed her onto her back on my bed. As she lay there her slip raised I could see the crotch of her panties fully exposed, her stockings on her shapely legs, her stiletto heels and white breasts struggling to escape her bra. I was beside myself and lowered.