“Mom, you’re gonna... “ he grunted. “Oh, Mom ... your cunt ... squeezed my cock.The rapid squirts of his come juice splashed into her spasming...pussy, sending Lisa into shuddering ecstasy. Lisa churned her hips furiously on her son’s gushing prick as she whined with sobs of pleasure.“So good, baby,” she whimpered, her orgasms slowing. “Oh, Mike! It’s always so fucking good with you!”She looked down at his gleaming cock, glistening from the juices of her cunt. Impulsively, with soft moan, Lisa. "He was allowed to wear skirts to school." Before I could respond tothe latest in this discussion, Jen's cell phone rang. "It's mom." Yeah, Ok, $1000? Oh, yeah: he asked if he could have a pair of pants,only one pair. That just got him another month and her ears pierced?Ok, hang on." She handed the phone to me. She wants to talk to you."Morgan, just for asking your sister for a single pair of pants, I'veadded a month to your punishment and you are to get your ears pierced.I've also been in. From behind she carefully unbuttoned my shirt and slid her hands inside. Warm and deeply caressing she passed across my chest, tweaking my nipples as she went. “You’re so warm and taught” she chuckled, gliding her hands across my six-pack.I was out of this world!Her hands smoothly slipped around my waist and straight up my back. I could feel her nails digging in as she sc****d all the way to my neck. In one swift movement she parted her arms allowing my shirt to fall to the floor. I didn’t move. The next day Abby emailed me asking if I’d enjoyed watching myself. Yes, I’d admitted. I also told her that’d I’d cum to the sound of her voice.Good girl. Was her simple reply, one that left me with a feeling of warm pride as well as an insatiable need to rewatch my performance, once again cumming to her words of praise.“Good Girl.” Her good girl. Her nasty little cum slut. Her insatiable little fuck toy. Her kitty.That day I had trouble concentrating, the image of standing on her porch as.