She reached down and took my cock in her hands and pulled on it closer into her, she positioned herself at the edge of the couch, and she put me at th... entrance of her vagina, she looked at me and say "fuck me baby, please, fuck me" I started pushing my cock into her inch after inch it goes into her, her eyes are closed, I started pumping in and out of her, my balls starts slapping against her as I increased my rhythm, one of my hands is playing with her breast and the other is holding her. I ignored it for a bit, but eventually I got up and left my room, this time naked. My rock-hard prick felt cool in the night air. I walked into the living room and checked on my sister again, still asleep. I went down the hall, walking quietly, but with confidence, and opened the door to my mother’s room. She had left the night stand lamp on, I could see her sprawled on top of her sheets, wearing a pair of panties and a thin tank top. “Mom?.. Mom? Mom are you awake?” I spoke at a normal volume,. Mrs Wilkinson changed all that when I had only just become of legal age.It was 11 am on a lovely sunny morning, in the summer of 1979, as I walked along the street to my friends Steves house bouncing the football I was carrying as I strolled. I arrived at his house and knocked on the door. His Mam answered."Is Steve in" I asked. "Oh hello Steven (i have the same name but his spelt "ph" mine with a v) "No sorry he's away for the weekend with his Dad I'm afraid" "Oh Ok Bye". To my surprise she. Maureen left him with an insatiable craving, an unslakable thirst for the real thing. When he heard the phone message from Maureen, the desperation in her voice, her bewilderment at the heaps of supplies, her appeal for help regarding the gazebo, he couldn’t deny her. To deny her would be to deny who he was, his character, his better self, and, albeit his less than wholesome pent up sexual desires. Maureen needed his help. He had to help her, not just because it was the right and good thing to.