He eased in slowly at first, pulling back and forth to get his cock good and wet, and I could feel myself becoming dizzier and more elated with every ...ovement. Then he thrust his full length into me and held it there, I could feel him twitch inside me. Then he gripped my hair, tilting my head back and he growled into my ear, “Oh that’s it, rub your little button as I fuck you. Come on my cock, darling. Come for me while I fill you.” His words and his sheer strength urged me on and I could hear. She told me about it, of course. She told me everything. But at this particular time in my life, I had fixated on cheerleading. It’s all I could think about, all I could talk about. I didn’t notice anything was wrong at first (though, looking back on it, the signs were all there), and Jean kept the terrible secret bottled up inside her for almost a week before I realized she was in pain about something. By then, it was too late to talk her into going to the police, or the principle, or even. On the other end Jennifer bit her lower lip and grabbed hands full of pillow, knowing her son was smelling her down there, taking in the essence coming from her asshole.She squeezed her sphincter deliberately, inviting him. Inviting him to do anything he wanted.She could lay there and have her son smell her ass for hours, but she hoped he would start touching it soon. It didn’t matter to her at that point if he would start touching it with his finger, his tongue or his cock. As long as he would. She just smiled and nodded in confirmation. And she came to me and kissed my lips very hard. Just like a dominant partner. And because of other people around which may see us anytime, she went away that time.Then it was a daily routine to kiss each other anytime we found each other alone or in comfortable surroundings. Kissing and fondling was normal, but nothing more.Then one night again everybody planned to sleep at terrace but bhabhi said that she will in the room only. I didn’t know that it.