Cindy continued with her sinful litany, "I dream of taking his big, thick, 9 inch cock into my tender, young pussy. I imagine him opening me up, his t...ickness stretching me, his cock sliding deep into my tight channel." As she spoke, she rubbed my cock head up and down her moist, hot pussy lips. I could feel her juices flowing out of her and down my cock, onto the mat of curly hair at its base.I pulled the cowl off my head and then held her face in my hands. "Cindy, its me, Greg! We shouldn't. He kicked off the heels. Then he pressed himself up against the full-length mirrors that covered the built in wardrobe that lined his bedroom. With a desperate desire to seek some sort of satisfaction he did not yet fully comprehend, he needed to press his body and mostly his erect penis against the coolness of the smooth mirrors. In doing so, he started to gyrate his body, moving it slowly against the mirrored surface. Then with a building crescendo of desire of animal urges, he had humped the. Stephen moved me over slightly and I now felt his penis was pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina, searching for a home.Bracing myself on his massive shoulders, I was struck by the thought of knowing my lover was going to fuck me “bareback” standing in my bedroom, in my husband’s bedroom. Stephen was arching his pelvis up in an attempt to enter me. His large boner was finding its way into the first folds of my outer lips.I moved slightly to the side to position myself to accept his. You would have thought something naughty, for sure.I blushed suddenly. I didn’t know what to tell. At last I toldMe: I was thinking about you.Mom: What the hell. Are you out of your mind. It’s sin to think about your mom like that.She was shouting at me. Then I said.Me: But I couldn’t resist mom. You look so good.She became angry and went out of the room. Now I was sure I ruined any chances that I had with her.Mom stopped even talking to me. I was getting both frustrated and also sexually.