I went to a school that required that all of thestudents wear a uniform. All of us girls hated havingto wear the same type of clothes every day. Wet...ied to rebel by doing things like making the skirtsshorter than the school dictated, wearing scandalousunderwear, and unbuttoning our blouses below ourcleavage to show off sexy bras. Of course thefaculty would reprimand us for altering theuniforms. We were often caned for altering ouruniforms. I had learned to masturbate myself from. "It's a permission slip," I explained as I passedthe slip to her. "For cheerleading tryouts." My Dad looked up and Icaught his eye." That's a wonderful idea sweetie," he said smiling at me. I turnedtowards Mom who had a frown on her face."I don't know son," she said shaking her head. "Remember that we talkedabout this." Martha!" my Dad exclaimed. "It's just cheerleading. What's the worstthat could happen?" Come on Mom! Please?" I pleaded looking at her with big puppy dog eyes.That usually. All the muscles in her stomach, cunt and ass were rolling and gyrating at the same time, but in different directions and she was coming for a third time, the floodgates opening widely, the juices flowing freely.Then, in a giant gush, she felt like she was drowning in his sperm. She made a funny little sound as the thick jizz hit home.Wanton with lust, she then licked his limp cock dry of her own syrupy cunt-juice and his cum. She licked until his prick hardened and he came again, shooting jizz. Coming closer to me she stood with her legs apart and her knees slightly bent. She neatly filled the glass. Not a drop spilled. How did she do that? She directed that I sit up and using my arms I pulled myself upright. Positioning the glass to my lips I eagerly slurped down Mistress’s warm amber nectar. After five or six attempts I had succeed in draining the glass completely.Mistress told me to lie back down and I heard the snap of rubber gloves being pulled on. She moved between my legs and.