Mom: Careful. I am preparing dinner for us.Me: Sorry.And slowly I put my hands on my mother’s boobs and started playing with them.Mom: You still cra...e for these, huh?! Back when you were a kid, you always used to cry for your mother’s milk.Me: Really?! Do they still have milk?Mom: Probably not.Me: Come on. Let’s at least try.Mom: You are such a demanding kid. Okay, you can try but do not utter a single word about this to your father.Me: Of course, I wouldn’t.And I turned my mother towards me.. She noticed his bulging biceps as he stood at the door with a big grin on his face. She had bathed in water laced with perfumed beads and smelled very erotic. She had on a white satiny floor length gown that was cut low to reveal a vast amount of her cleavage with her nipples poking the flimsy garment. Her eyes lit up as she bid him to enter. She had sent Sylvia on an errand to New York City to pickup some plans to continue her project."I'm happy you could make it," she said, noticing his big. ..!"Kevin Scott hissed in pain as he clumsily climbed up the trellis on the side of Jessica Edwards' house. Athleticism didn't come easy to the scrawny nerd, and usually he would never be caught doing something like this. However, tonight was a special occasion: the head cheerleader was celebrating her 18th birthday with a party, and everyone who was anybody had been invited... which of course didn't include Kevin.Nothing the popular kids did included Kevin; except the occasional shoving around. 10 dollars an hour. How does that sound?" She had that pleading little girl look on her face again. I could have never made that much working in town and here I could do all kinds of things outside, and best of all, I'd be able to see, and be near Monica. I was really starting to like her."That would be great!" I told her.Her sweet face lit up, and she gave me a tight hug. Our hips pressed together, sending a hot rush of blood straight to my cock. Her breasts crushed into my chest. I had never.