She shows me some lap dance techniques -- on the floor and not on me!!? I'm quiet. I smile. And I'm passive and patient. But the mood is growing. Woul... I like to see the clothes she bought? Absolutely! She goes in the other room to change and comes out in a tiny red thing and it is holding her in - but barely. I compliment her. Tell her how nice she looks. The side boob view is spectacular. The ass is barely contained!She comes over to the couch and kind of half sits/half kneels next to me. Her. It was hard to believe he could even fit that thing inside me. I sat up in my bed and looked up at him, he stood in front of me and grabbed his cock, rubbing it on my face, all over my cheeks, my lips, my chin… I felt his pre-cum create streams along my cheeks. He put his hand on the back of my head and stuck his cock in my mouth. I opened as wide as I could to make room as he moved in and out. My lips craddled his meat while my tongue made it nice and wet. He placed both hands on the back of. That wet finger brushed over the nipple at its center, sending electricity through her curvy body. She licked the door, lust taking over, eyes moving from his body back to his cock. Her mind screamed that this was as wrong as it could get, but her pussy pushed all that guilt way back and applied its own logic. Her fingers and hands were driven purely by lust, lust for her own teenage son at that.As she teetered at the edge of orgasm, it was a single phrase that sent her over the edge. Her eyes. Then after a while she started to send me porn of trans girls. First, guys fucking trans no able to see the trans girl cock in most of them, then trans girls fucking girls, then trans girls fucking girls, then eventually trans girls fucking guys. At this point I have been looking at porn and all kind of types by myself but when she messaged me and sent me things, I would feel so drawn to her and whatever she was sending. It was different than finding porn myself, it was like a d**g that I never.