"No," she said. "But I don't see how you could possible get this into me." I'll show you," I said, hooking an arm under one leg and rising to kneel be...ore her sopping groin with its small mat of curly hair and pinkly quivering lips. I lifted the other leg onto my thigh, came forward on my knees and pushed the head of my jumping spear into her trembling slit with its pouting gateway, rosy depths and soggy fluids. She raised her head and stared down between her rounded mounds with their jutting. Mom then moved again, my dick was resting between her ass cheeks, it felt so warm, i was fighting the urge to not cum right there right now, i wanted to thrust into my mom but i was scared it would wake her up, i moved away from her and layed there thinking if i should masturbate or not, i didi got up and started to masturbate it was so quick and i cummed on the floor and the bed, i cleared up from the floor but it has dried on the bed by the time i got to it, i got back into bed and mom woke. In my early twenties, things changed, my youthful appearance turned certain heads, and like the 'perfect human storm', certain assets came together, as I found out one night at a friends hen-do, we all dressed up in our old school uniforms, complete with the usual attributes of stockings and garter belt, the adult bit, where we took over our local pub, and business boomed and the toilets got chocked with condoms, we were all fucking crazy that night, a sign that women were at last enjoying. You don't stand a chance, but I do love poker." She had a nice little poker set. Some knock off clay chips, and some nice cards with fancy covers. I set us up at the kitchen table, making sure we had an array of colorful chips worth easy to remember values, while she poured us some drinks and grabbed us a bowl of pretzels. I'm not sure what she was drinking, but it was Dr. Pepper for me. No booze at home for the "boy" under 21. Booze or not, she didn't stand a chance. We played a couple of.