I woke rapidly at that point, moving slowly in and out of my mom's cunt - still lubricated from our fun the night before.I didn't realize she was awak... until she turned her head over her shoulder to french kiss me, her ass beginning to thrust back into my hips. It was a lengthy lazy fuck - our minds coming awake after our bodies were already in motion. The room echoed with the sloppy sounds of our soft bodies classing again and again - of a very wet sex being invaded by a hungry cock. I. She came on top and started to kiss my chest and then she spent ample time kissing each of my packs. The she moved towards my dick and said”Yours is bigger than your father’s.”Then she started sucking my cock. There i was lying relaxed nude with my mom, and now, she is giving me a blow job. It was an awesome sight to see. Her nude breast rested on my thighs. The pleasure was too much for me too bear. I ejaculated in her mouth. She drank it and said it tasted good. The I asked if we could. But when my first opportunity to step out and indulge in these passions for real first presented itself, it happened in an amazing way. You see, when I started a new job fresh out of college as a videographer for my local news station, I got an opportunity to actually meet one of the men who was pretty much in the "famous" category....a hotshot local reporter named Bruce Watkiss, who loved to wear his own hot leather jacket during his reports, and had inspired many of my fantasies for years.As. I grabbed a pair of peds from thedresser drawer and put on my mary janes. Makeup was not permitted, but who was going to notice some mascara? Imade my hair as pretty as I knew how and stared again at my reflection.The sport shirt had to go. That was not who I was anymore. I pulled thefloral tunic over my head and nodded in approval at my own reflection. Iadded a pair of outrageously large gold hoop earrings that I'd purchasedfrom a boardwalk gift shop. This was me. I fussed with my hair a.