I told my friend I was so turned on and had to wank, so he left the room and left me to it.I stripped naked and took Jill's wet panties and shoved the... on my face and started stroking my dick. It wasn't long before I came all over her duvet but was too horny and daring to change the bedsheets.Jill got back about midnight and went straight to bed whilst I stayed up for ages fantasying about the gorgeous big titted milf. I finally fell asleep and woke up by my mate waking me up, he. Said he was. He was fucking my mother so good that she was enjoying it too and started making dirty noises.He then turned her around and made her do the doggy style position, as soon as she was in the position he slapped her right ass cheek very hard. She screamed his name loudly, “Manish.” He then did that again and again until both her cheeks very red. After that, he took his huge dick in his hand and brushed the tip of his dick on my mother’s pussy in up and down motion.By doing this my mother was. Ping Ping Ping on and off through the day at a sight of a certain brown haired head that was still nearly a head shorter than she was.And right now, it was like a gong going off between her legs. PING PING PING.Her eyes drifted to fourteen year old Sandy, his sharp, intelligent eyes focused on the paper in front of him. And just as quickly drifted away when the gong became a kettle drum. She squeezed the stress ball harder.Other students squirmed in their seats. She didn’t think anything of it. “I am not.” She fake-pouted.“Are too.” I countered.“Am not!” She protested.“Then what was that dainty little kiss, followed by making sure no one saw such a philistine act?” I winked at her.“We’re in a public place. I’m just being a lady.” She defended herself, then smiled half-shyly, half-devilishly at me. “I think we both know I’m not so shy at… Certain times.”“Certain times?” I asked her, mocking her wording.She tossed her hair over her shoulder over-dramatically. “I’m still a lady.” She.