He pushed his throbbing dick up inside of the sultry beauty. Her pussy felt amazing while he pushed his dick inside.“Oh, Mr. Isle. Fuck me hard! ...uck my cunt!”“Yes, ma’am!”Robert pushed his dick up inside of her. He thrust in and out of her tight pussy. He slapped her buttocks which made her squeal with delight.“Oh Yes! Fuck me harder! Oh Yes!”She screamed while her pussy juices flowed down her legs. She orgasmed several times while he fucked her hard. Her cunt felt amazing on his. I bobbed up and down his cock, tongue swirling, until I felt that familiar throb. I pulled away and stood before him. In one movement I whipped off my dress and watched him freeze in awe at the sight, the best flattery in the world. I watched him regain his senses and he smiled back at me as he removed the rest of his superfluous clothes. Without a word, I took his hand and led him through to the back room, a small room with a single smallish sofa and a horribly rough carpet. He pulled me back. "But that's for little girls." "And what are you ifnot a little girl? Little girls don't do what they're told, mess uptheir nice hair, cry when it gets shampooed and they also wet theirlittle panties," she said, pointing to the mess that had now seepedthrough into the front of my jeans. At this revelation I cringed andstood motionless and speechless for what seemed like an eternity. "Idon't have all evening," Becky said to wake me from my stupor of shame.Defeated and humiliated, I trudged off. I have to admit, however, that I am a little prejudiced, because he is my son. I have watched him grow from a scrappy little k*d into the teen stud that he is and I have been proud of him every step of the way. Greg is a soccer player. I have attended all his games and have marveled at how all that running and kicking have helped him to develop beautiful, well muscled legs and a perfect butt. His blond hair and blue eyes, his dimples, and his smile would melt even the hardest heart. It is hard.