I was afraid that it was my Mom telling me to be quite, but it wasn't her talking to me, it was her moaning.I couldn't believe I was listening to my M...ther masturbating, it was the first time I heard her moan, I can't even recall hearing her having sex with my Dad, let alone please herself.The second I touched my penis while I was listening in, I came hard again.I cleaned myself up, still listening to her and went to bed.The next morning she was, well... different.She was kissing me all over,. Liz had told Emmy that I’d gone to Jackson Lake. And probably implied that Carol and I had gone all the way, or close to it. And Emmy was afraid that I’d prefer seeing Carol to her.“Did Liz also tell you I told Carol I didn’t want to go out with her again?” I continued.“No.”“Well, I did. On Monday. That was AFTER you asked if you could be my regular date for Saturday nights!”“And you didn’t?”I was violating a confidence, but in the end, Carol was far, far less important than Emmy. I really. Terry gasped as Greg began to probe his innermost depths.After a minute or two, Greg spoke again. “Hand me that bottle of Boy Butter that’s on the night stand.” Terry did and watched as Greg squirted some of its contents onto his index finger and coated it. He moaned as Greg then gently pressed the finger inside of him, the creamy texture of the lube easing the entry. With a bit of time, Greg had the finger deep inside the young man and was moving it all around. Terry felt like his insides were. Her waist was compressed with a tight black leather corset that finished just below her enormous tits. The corset managed to compress her waist to a breath taking 17 inches. It did make it hard to breath but men found it exciting to put there hands around her waist while fucking her. Her shoes were 2-inch platform sandals with 8 inch spiked transparent plastic heels. She was still adjusting to her new center of gravity due to her recent tit job. So she walked a little slower than usual. Her.