Yes I now, there's a lot of imagination involved here," Beatricesaid with a smirk, gently guiding her dressed up son through the poses,directing him i... ways that would work best in her opinion.From sitting on the couch she directed him to lay down, to stand, to actlike he was adjusting his stocking,... At the start it had felt a bitawkward to direct her son in how to seductively pose in lingerie, but hewas playing along perfectly. Soon Beatrice managed to put herself overher slight reservations. About halfway through the sorting process, I felt warmth from behind as arms wrapped around my body and Hey, you was whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and as his hands ran down my toned sides and under my shirt onto my waist, my heart picked up pace and I felt my breath catch ever so slightly. I thought you were going to be late? I asked as Rob began kissing my neck and sliding his hands up my skin while removing my shirt. I lifted my arms to free myself and ground. Once out of the shower, he would get dressed, eat some breakfast, hop in his Camaro, and haul ass down the freeway to school where he would meet his girlfriend, Kat. They would go through the normal procedures of attending classes, eating lunch, etc. After school, Chad and Kat would go back to Kat's place for a little "romping" session. Then he would return home, watch TV, blow off his homework, and eventually go to sleep. It was the life of your average, everyday high school. “Uhm yeah I guess. I think so.” She mumbled.“Yeah, you like it. You’re a dirty slut huh? All dirty sluts love it up the ass.” I continued, kneeling down next to her. Lisa looked up at me with a confused expression on her face.“It’s OK babe. I love sluts. You can admit it, that you love it up the ass. Come on, tell me. Tell me that you love it.” I pressed.“I love it. I’m a slut.” She whispered.“I can’t hear you.” I grinned.“I love it! I’m a slut!” She said louder.“You love what?”“I love him.