When Connie had sucked him to his full size and his cock was hard as steel, he moved over to his mother, flipped her over, spread her legs and slid up...between them. He grasped her hips in his hands, and in one swift motion slammed his hips forward burying his long, thick cock into her slippery wet pussy."Ohhh Fuck, honey!" Barbara squealed in delight "That feels so fucking good! Fuck my pussy! Fuck Mommy's pussy hard. Give me that big cock!"Connie was laying back on the bed and she began to. Although, I did consider asking if he wanted to smell my finger. I did not attend my senior prom. But I went to a dance. Marcie let me borrow her car, the big Buick convertible with four air holes along both sides of the hood. Dressed in my new suit I drove the car to the school parking lot. Some of the couples going to the dance may have seen that I did not have a date but I did not care. I walked two blocks to where Mrs. P. picked me up in her station wagon. We danced around her upstairs. As far as life outside my bedroom, I was very introverted - kind of a loner at school but drawn to musical theatre. I loved to sing but was too shy to be on stage, so I worked behind the scenes in makeup and costumes, just to be a part of it all. I would learn the female role and dress up in my room, singing to my mirror. My mother would hear me singing and tell me I had the voice of an angel. I wasn't sure about my voice though. Mothers always say that stuff, don't they?When I wasn't singing. He wouldn’t swallow that stuff, it really is gross. I don’t blame Lynn one bit for not wanting me to cum in her mouth…at all.I was horny as hell and I decided to let him do it...make me feel good. As I imagined how it would go, my dick began to stiffen in my speedos. THAT wouldn’t work. I had to change my thoughts. Every time I looked over at him my imagination got more wild. I imagined him in all kinds of submissive positions begging for my cock. My heart was pounding and my cock was.