I pulled up her sweater to expose her breasts and began licking the nipple on her breasts next to me. One of her hands moved over to my cock and slowl... stroked it freeing up my hands to touch her. I wiggled her tits a bit for the group across the aisle and pulled up her skirt with the other hand so we could all see her finger fucking herself as she watched the guys across the aisle. A few of them had cum already and moved elsewhere in the theater as another moved into better viewing position. I. " But how would you feel if I was your mother? How would you feel about fucking your own mother and shooting your young cum into the pussy you were born from? Would you think she’s a slut too? Would you fuck her as enthusiastically as you’re fucking me?”Jeremy spoke up first and said, “No offense, Susan, but I don’t think my mother would ever be a slut like you. She gets plenty of big, black cock from my dad. And besides, she’s not nearly as attractive and sexy as you are, and I doubt that I. Her hands were resting on my head as she took in several deep breaths. I raised my head to get a view of Joyce lying on her back. The sight I saw made my cock twitch. I watched as Joyce’s breasts rose up and down as she tried to get her breathing under control. The nipples on her breasts were rigid, calling for my mouth. I looked at Joyce’s face. Her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face. I took a deep breath and returned my gaze to her crotch. Joyce’s clit was wet with my saliva and. "There you are." She tossed the drink back."Good Morning." There's nothing good about it." Mom said. "My son hates me." She poured another drink."Mom, I don't hate you-" You hate women and if you hate them you can't love me. I'm a WOMAN." Mom glared. I stepped closer and she threw her glass at me. I ducked as it whizzed by me. "GET AWAY. GET OUT!" She laid her head on the table and cried."Mom?" Just go."I ran to my room, pulled out my cell phone and called Dad. He asked me to calm down and.