With a little popping sound, your lips pull off my head once again and you look up at me. You say “Besides, I need you hard so you can fuck me like ...ou own me!” With that statement, I am instantly hard. You wrap your mouth around me, just for good measure, and slowly run a finger across my clinched asshole. You slowly tease your finger, in little circles, over my entrance and suddenly pull it away. You quickly give my cock one last lick from the base to the head and ask “Are you ready to take. Teenagers didn’t have ‘play dates’ set up by their parents.“Okay, I will but when will you tell me what is bothering you?” Zack said.“I promise after our date you will understand, and I will tell you why,” she said now with a shy smile.Changing the subject, they talked about her tennis and his baseball preseason, and the fantasy role-playing games he was playing and designing.The message from his father asked him to be home this evening. It did not say more. Zack was upstairs working on the. Right in this warm, wet cunt."She rolled her hips back and forth, enticing us. Then she said to me, "Come on, Johnny. You're first."She reached out her hand, and as if in a trance, I found myself being drawn between her outspread thighs. Mom reached down and pried my hard cock out of my shorts. Then she stroked me a few times, making it swell up harder yet. God, what a feeling to have my mother's hand tugging on my engorged cock and drawing it closer to her awaiting gaping pussy.Mom pressed my. I gone and sat closer to her. I sat near her waist and we started talking on some casual subject. But my intention was to touch her and show my feelings to her. Her stomach was touching me often on my back, which was making my situation even worse; uncontrollable. I then put my hand on bed, near her chest. She was making some move while we talk. Suddenly I moved my hand towards her breast. My palm gone closer to her breast. I was shaking and daringly I jerked little on her breast. My hand.