"You make it sound so romantic!" Wendy sniffed, her hand dropping on thehuge bulge that swelled beneath her boy friend's tight trunks."Romantic my ass... Cut the talkin' and suck me off!" Terry said, scootingcloser to this beautiful blonde chick and spreading his muscular legs togive her a better view of his swelling crotch."Aren't you bold!" Wendy gasped in feigned shock and amazement, removingher hand from Terry's cock-bulge and sitting up primly. She shook herpretty blonde head. "And what. “Go ahead and splurge honey. It’s your eighteenth birthday, so I want to get you something really nice.” She said. I gulped. Could I really ask her for this? What would she say? I had to steel my will and ask. It may be my only chance to get what I wanted more than anything.My heart was beating hard and my palms were sweating, but I had to ask. “I have something I really want mom, but I NEED you to promise me you won’t get mad.” I said nervously. She tilted her head in puzzlement. “Why would I. “I’m just going to kiss you.”“You want to touch me too,” she argued.“It’s all part of kissing. Last time I touched your butt.”That was true. She remembered that part. She remembered his lump pressing against where she’d liked to rub, too. But her memory of that kiss ... those two kisses ... pulled at her.“Only a little,” she said.“Okay, only a little,” he agreed.She crawled gingerly onto the bed, and lay stiffly beside him. He twisted until he was on his side, and laid his hand on her hip. She. Whenever we were at the beach and you dozed off, I would take off your panties and rub your pussy until you cummed. Then I'd put it back and kiss you until you woke up and then I'd run away. But now I can finally fuck you harder than any of my girlfriends, or even mom." That didn't surprise me; I'd fucked dad, right? "And whenever I'm with my girlfriends, whether fucking them or kissing them, I'd pretend they were you when they gave me blowjobs." As he talked he fucked faster, his cock growing.