I had to ride every weekend, and Daisy and I became good friends. She was remarkably calm, and her top speed seemed to be an ambling trot.I did little...pen sketches of her friends riding and gave them to the girls as a remembrance. Their parents were duly impressed when they found out who did the sketches. I got thank you notes and invitations to dinner as a family, so we all went. I was impressed with the mansions, and one hak a very nice art collection. There was probably. She opened her mouth and I almost fainted as she took me inside. Soft, moist, hot, her tongue eager but not very talented. It didn't matter. It was Mom! I pulled away from her before I could cum. She had drool on her chin, gasping, calling Dad's name in a whisper. I shoved her back, crazed now. Mom complied by scrambling with her dress again, shoving her hose down. I almost hurt myself getting my pants down.Mom moaned as she liftd her legs into the air. I got my first look at her pussy. She would also need to count after each slap, but to keep my cock in her mouth at all times. If she flinched, we would need to start again. On the first occasion she got to six, but when I then feigned a slap she twitched slightly, so we needed to start again. After three further failed attempts she was starting to breathe very heavily, gasping to take air in around my thick cock, and her backside was beginning to turn a very bright shade of pink. Finally on her fifth attempt she managed to get. "They both watched me open it with my long nails. I looked up and they hadhuge smiles on their faces. It was a box from Yandy Candy, whatever thatwas and once opened it revealed a black Playboy outfit. Including a fuzzytail, a collar, wristlets and bunny ears. A teenage boy's fantasy I'msure."I don't know if I can wear this. I don't have real boobs you know." Theylooked at each other.Eddie said, "It looks like you do."I felt myself blush as I pulled out the costume. It was tiny, I didn'teven.