My fingers were doing overtime now, one hand playing with my clit, the other pumping furiously in and out of my tight pussy.Next I was just in my biki...g boots and he lifted my up and onto his lap as he stood astride the bike. I slide straight down onto his erection and he laid me onto the petrol take and started working away, sliding in and out of me. As he started to move faster I needed to brace myself and reached up and gripped the handlebars. He leaned forward and started sucking on my. I promise.”“Do you know about the Me Too movement?”“How could I not? It’s been in the news daily for the past two years.”“Well, Richard ... Me, too.”“You’ve been harassed?”“I was raped.”“Oh, my God. No.”“I was.” She took another deep breath. “It was my freshman year of high school. I joined the Drama Club. I didn’t realize at the time it was more like a clique for the juniors and seniors. I was fifteen and the youngest one there. We were doing ‘Diary of Anne Frank’. My experience with the youth. "For a moment there was an impasse. "You screw Graham up here all the time, we'll just say that it must be his."That was another thing her parents didn't know. That she brought Graham home occasionally, when they were out.She looked at her brothers, and said sarcastically, "and if I fucked you, you'd not say anything? Nah, you're both too much of a shit to do that. I wouldn't trust you, so I'd rather simply face dads wrath." Oh we wouldn't tell anybody, that'd be the whole point. It'd be no fun. I was now faced with a glistening, deep, wet pussy. Some pussy juice flowed out of her cunt as soon as I opened it up. I put my tongue out at the base of her opening and let this little stream of juice pool onto my tongue. I took it and swallowed it. The taste was superb. I rammed my tongue into my moms’ cunt and started to lap away at her. She was now moaning away in pure i****tuous lust. It finally struck me. I had my tongue inside the deep, loose, hairy, soaking wet vagina of my own mother.