I gaze around the house that I grew up in and it pretty much looks the same as it did a year ago. My mother has always preferred a minimalist approach...to furnishings. One sofa. A television stand, with a smaller than necessary flat screen television. A bookshelf that she made out of recycled materials, and her abstract paintings plastered over the walls. I remember when she first picked up this hobby I teased her that just because you can purchase a blank canvas and acrylic paints, it doesn’t. Her beautiful teen body splayed out before me. I gently touched between her legs and felt that her tight vagina was already wet. "Sorry, my little teen pussy has been ready for you for hours" she whispered.I blew her a kiss as I pressed my cock against her and slowly entered. She moaned softly as she felt my hardness enter.I watched as my cock slowly disappeared inside of her."Mmmmmmm... yessss" She moaned with satisfaction.I worked steadily in and out of her. Her beautiful tits bounced. And still they travelled higher. The edge of her skirt proved no barrier as his hands slid under, their travel hid from sight but not touch. She gasped in both dream and reality as his fingers probed the edge of her plain cotton pants. That would not do, her plain cotton pants became something lacier and more risqué'.The now lacy edge of her pants proved no more a barrier to his questing fingertips than the edge of her skirt. His hands lay trapped at her hips by the frilly lace that had the. Seemingly bored girl doing work on her laptop, only… I wasn’t doing work, I was reading while playing with myself under the table, the sight of my hand blocked by the stereotypical checkered table cloth.Half away through, doing my best to act normal, be inconspicuous. Not that anyone was paying attention. My order was in, it would be a while. I had time, not as much as I would have liked, but enough to make it to the end. The thought of coming was delightful, not that I would. I wasn’t that.