"No, please, don't do this, I-I'll be..." SMACK! I was stunned. All of a sudden I was standing there in just my too tight panties, stockings, and Conv...rse sneakers feeling the handprint forming on my butt. I became aware of laughing and remarks like "Cute" and a mocking "poor girl!" Time was frozen. Another smack broke my trance-I know how melodramatic this is but it's the only way I can describe it. "I'm going to tell you once. Lay across my lap-any more backtalk and you'll lose those little. Finally spent, they dressed and exited the room quickly leaving her used and completely covered in copious amounts of her cum.I couldn”t even wait for them to leave the house. As soon as the bedroom door closed, I exited the closet, not able to discard the raging hard-on that I had sustained watching my hot mother fucked every way by two hard studs and then getting covered in their cum just for me. And to me, the dishevelled, drenched and sticky woman on her knees before me was the most. My hand in her panties, a finger moving deep inside her. Silky feel of her sparse blonde hair against my palm as I pushed against her mound; her hand unbuttoning the top fastener of my Levi's. Still locked in a kiss, her hand slipped inside my briefs, her fist closing over my hardness. I remember moaning inside her mouth the first time she grasped me. Her hand slowly gripped and released in that same tantalizing rhythm she'd used outside my pants. I pressed my hand hard against her, pushing. I was absolutely parched.My feet, on autopilot, guided me over to her. I started caressing her waist. Barbara slowly moved her hands up my arms, then onto my shoulders. She leaned her face over, and we kissed. Barbara's kiss was not as passionate, compared to Chelsea, who was actually more aggressive than passionate. I ran my fingers over her smooth skin as we kissed. Barbara began slipping a hand inside my tee and stroke my skin eagerly. She moved her hand higher and higher up my back.When the.