”“No buts. Mrs. Bergman even left a message insinuating that you had an erection and were fondling Kimberly. Mark, you are eighteen years old and ...hould know better. You better not be fucking her in my house.”“But Ma...”“I said no buts. Tomorrow I want you to go over to Mrs. Bergman’s and apologize to her. If I ever hear that you...”I knew mom would go on about this for at least another ten minutes. Christ, Mrs. Bergman would have had to be on the roof of her house with binoculars to have seen. " With that, she winked and went upstairs to her bedroom to change.I went to my room and changed into an upper-casual set of clothes. Kaki brown trousers, dark green button-down front dress shirt and black dress cowboy boots. After brushing my hair I waited in the foyer for her to return. A few minutes later I heard her close her door and start descending the stairs when I looked up. The room seemed to light up and my eyes widened as she took each step in an elegant and very feminine decent. I tried to guess his age from the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, possibly forty, maybe fifty? Old enough to be my father perhaps, but there the closeness ended. He smiled, and my body responded with a shiver. “Hello my name is Musharraf Qaisrani. Miss?” his deep brown eyes never leaving me. “Tara Richardson,” I answered politely. I felt my throat become dry as he smiled. A moment later the stewardess’s voice came on throughout the cabin, welcoming the passengers, and followed by the. I felt Mom responding to her buttons attention and I inserted two fingers into her and started wanking her wet cunt as I continued with her clit. She started writhing slowly and I felt her hands on my hair keeping me between her legs. She began moaning from raw sexual pleasure she was receiving from me her son in the bed she shared with Dad. I knew If I did not enter her soon my cock would just shoot it,s load involuntarily from hearing her moans and lifted my body and positioned myself.