Most times, he drew her face raw and exposed as if his paint brush was a Paparazzi camera that had captured her in a bad and unguarded moment. Her ang...y or mad expressions better translated to paper than her looks of happiness. With a picture worth a thousand words, he made her face look so much more expressively interesting and emotionally appealing than what she thought her face looked. Obviously he was seeing something in her that she wasn’t seeing in herself. Seemingly he knew her better. My first thought was to question whether last night was just a dream. But I then opened my eyes and looked around. I was naked in my mother’s bed and my crotch was a mess of our dried cum. Thankfully it was NOT a dream. I finally smelled bacon and knew mom was cooking out normal Saturday breakfast. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Mom was at the stove, wearing a tiny little robe and the barely covered her panty covered ass. “Good morning mom.”“Good morning bab…ROBBY! . "Oh, yes, Angie, just like that. Let that tongue roam around in there, and fuck me as you mean it. I'm your daughter's best friend, and you're cheating, remember? So, you better pull out your 'A' game."I didn't respond to that and just fucked her the best I could. Still, I felt even wetter in the cold water because the whole situation just turned me on, and I broke off the metaphorical knob too. I did indeed let my tongue go in there deep, and I fucked her royally.I felt her pussy walls all. Damn was he sexy, wearing a pair of dark slim jeans and a white button-up shirt. "Hey man!" I said as I exited my car nervous as hell. "Names Evan." Hey Evan" he replied, "My name's Alex. It's good to meet ya in person."After a few minutes of small talk, he told me to follow him down to his place. While following him, I couldn't help but imagine how he looked under his tight European clothing. The questions of, I wonder how big his cock was, or I wonder how good he was in bed, shot through my.