All characters, places and events are fictitiousIt was a typical November Saturday night. There was nothing good on TV, no good movies out and I had p...ayed the same video game so much I was wearing the disk out. I called a few friends and they all had dates or other plans. That left me alone, with nothing to do.After flipping through all 200 channels twice I was so bored I could have cried. I decided to go find something to do. I got up and took a shower, got dressed and headed out the door. I. She held the bowl strategically in front of her pussy, but left the dress behind this time. She concentrated on her undulating ass cheeks, greatly increasing the sexiness of her movements. As she did so, she repeated to herself what Suzanne had taught her to say: I'm my son's personal cocksucker. I live to suck his fat cock! I'm proud to be my Tiger's big-titted mommy slut!When she returned to the kitchen, her heart was racing even faster with arousal and excitement.Then he really made her day. I was thrilled with all the things she was doing just with her fingers.I asked her please take my dick out as I can’t control and it was suffocating me. She said, “She has control over me now, and can do whatever she think seems fit.”I was mesmerized to feel her soft boobs on my chest and her hand over my dick and balls. She gently dug her nails on my things, which made chills run up and down in my spines. I was arching my body in pleasure and trying to move my hands and legs to get rid of the. You may be a teenage pervert, but your not that little, are you?”I watched as that same smile returned to her face, before I turned my attention back to her fingers, as they began to move to my waist, just above my throbbing member. As her fingers began to move forward, there was a loud yell from upstairs. “Sue, dear? Are you down there? I found the suitcase!”We both got jerked out of the moment, and before I could panic at the thought of my mom catching us in this promiscuous situation, Sue.