Mom ignored my compliment. “Did you like her shorts?” Mom’s heel dug into my leg, pulling it toward her while her foot twisted and pointed her t...es into my lap, pressing against the bulge her teasing had produced.“I like yours better,” I tried again. “She has her own son to admire hers.”Mom dug her foot in, using the balls of her foot to rub my jeans.“But her son isn’t as handsome as mine, or as loving,” Mom purred, her foot rubbing my cock. I didn’t answer. I was trying to stay focused on the. I could feel my pussy grow even wetter and my tongue started swirling around and rubbing her clit. I could feel her faint moans and heavy breaths. I wanted to cum and I wanted her to cum with me. My orgasm was nearing again as the paddle stopped and I faintly felt the butt plug being taken out of me. My hips were grabbed and a huge cock was thrust deep into my ass. I barely had a chance to react before the cocks in my ass and pussy began fucking in rhythm. Hard and fast. My mind went blank as I. I inserted my dick into her pussy and started pushing hard into her. Since I was quite strong, I didn’t have any problem in this position and was having quite a lot of fun. I kept pounding her with my huge dick and soon she bit me on my shoulder which increased my intensity. I started to kiss her shoulder and her tits quite lustfully and she was replying with equal enthusiasm. I started kissing her cheeks and got up to her lips and that was the first time I had kissed her that day. We got. More than that, I’d outright stopped myself. I had had no other choice, after all. For Sir would not have approved. How fortunate for us both there came a sudden, albeit quiet, knock at the door. ‘Yes, come in.’ I took a step back from the girl, forcing distance between us just in time for third party to enter into the room. The boy was young and beautiful–at least, by someone’s standards. It was the look that lingered in his eyes that I had noticed in few others. Vladimir Nabokov called them.