I was bigger than my husband's tool. It must be."Goss ... Fred." I gave his cock an admiring look. "It's big ... honey ... very big." Mom... ?" He rep...ied shyly but his excitement was visible. He liked his cock being admired by his horny mother. He moved his hands away from his thighs and let me had an eyeful of his mammoth hard-on."Did Linda take it completely?" I grinned."Mom..." He shouted in embarrassment. "I haven't done it with her yet. I'm still virgin." Really... !" I feigned a. He thanked me sincerely, then thanked her kissing her hand and saying he felt this horrible fear of women was at least receding thanks to us both, especially with ‘mother’ and her patience. he had no hint of a stutter now and with no outward signs of bashfulness either, at least with us, we sat, he apologising for losing control, and perhaps hurting her he being “so hard on her,” but saying “she did egg him on a bit!” which made me smile. She grinned said it was “the best screwing she had had. Judging by the handsome suit Clintonhad been wearing when he'd arrived--Armani, unless she missed her guess--and the Rolex watch he still wore on his right wrist, Clinton wasanything but a street thug. If he'd been born in the projects and raisedin the 'hood, which, she believed, was unlikely, he'd come a long waysince those days--outwardly, at least."You bedder be able to deep throat a cock, bitch, cuz, if you kaint, yougoan choke to death on dis monster muvvafuckah."He'd stood as she'd. Really? she asked, surprised. Miss Morgan, I began to think I might be a lesbian when I started taking your class. I began dreaming about you. I fantasized kissing you, touching you, pleasing you. I just never thought you might be interested in someone like me. Oh my God, Jenny, I have had inappropriate thoughts about you all semester. Way before you began to dress so provocatively. I loved how cute, innocent and pure you looked, my teacher confessed. Insecurity hit me. Do you mean you like the.