"Ohhhh ... That's so sexy!" Mom decided and she had her hands on my tits, holding my aching boobs and squeezing them while we fucked my boyfriend."Yea...," I agreed, nodding and licking my lips and looking into my mom's eyes. It was like looking into a mirror, a magic mirror that showed me who ... and what ... I'd be in fourteen more years."You're so pretty, Erin," Mom told me, rubbing her thumbs around my fat, pink nipples and making me shiver."So are you, Mom," I whispered, moving my hands from. They had different goals anyway. He felt he was losing her whenever she'd say how it wouldn't hurt their relationship too much to be apart geographically. It was so upsetting to him, he'd sort of assumed she would go with him. But of course he wanted her to be happy, and she should go wherever she wanted.But that day they hadn't fought once. They'd gone out the night before, eating dinner and seeing a movie. They came back late, sneaking into his house so as not to wake anyone up. It was so. The same urges motivated me to give chase, even as I recalled the humiliation of the other kids chanting ‘ catch me, catch me, you look like you hafta go pee!’. But this time, instead of my penis shriveling from embarrassment, I was hard as mahogany. Noticing that reaction pleased me, and any sense of shame vanished, driven out by the solid self-esteem of a man with a hard cock. A perfect recipe for foolishness. I reconnoitered the bakery section, looking for a long raincoat amongst the bagels,. Here was a deep voiced, blue eyed, beautiful, prim and proper yet athletic Southern Belle willing to spread her legs for me. How did we go from normal neighbors with kids and spouses to planning a secret primal rendezvous? The night after our talk when she agreed to go through with it was difficult. Or I should say it was hard. She agreed to have illicit sex in a hotel. My mind was in overdrive and something was straining at my zipper. I wanted to walk up behind her, grind my crotch into her.