You slide on a black tank top and an opened up beige jacket, all atop a knee length skirt. Shorter skirts are certainly cute but you might be arrested...if your dick hangs out unfortunately. Brushing down your gentle locks you step on out of your room, bag on your shoulder, and dammit all, it's your mother. She's smiling, she's got a tray in her hands, two items. Toasted poptarts, can of Pepsi. Poptarts, those are okay, make your mouth dry as shit but whatever. Pepsi? What a drink. It's honestly. “Then it’s the spanking making you so hard?” She smacked his penis firmly. “That’s hardly less perverted.”“Mommy, please, it’s not that,” he protested.“So it is your sexy sister, you disgusting boy!” Karina proclaimed triumphantly.She reached forwards and palmed Jennifer’s red-striped bottom, sliding her hand down between the sixteen-year-old’s thighs. She briefly grasped Mark’s cock head, giving it a squeeze before batting it down momentarily; from his reaction, it was either much rougher than. She was breathing heavy just talking about it, and I was having a problem trying not to let my rising hard-on show.After a few drinks and steaks we all went inside to watch the movies. There were three of them. The first two were just couples sex, but they were having a very obvious effect on all of us. The last one was about two couples playing strip poker. When one of the ladies ran out of clothes they decided to have her pay her losings by doing something that the winner chose, and pretty. There she was walking down a street past several busy clubs. She wore her own panties over her head, the crotch resting on her nose. The back of her skirt was tucked into her waist band making her moon the world as she strolled leisurely down the street. Every other step one of the girls would spank her ass hard with her bare hand while Lisa would just groan and then yell ?thank you, mistress, may I have another??. The people outside the clubs looked at the spectacle, some cheered, and some.