I could still feel my dick sliding in and out of my mother’s wet pussy.I could still feel my tongue inside my mother’s mouth. I could still feel m... hands on my mother’s bare boobs. It felt so real, I could not believe it was just a dream. It was so intense, I could still feel her skin rubbing against mine. All I could do was lie on my bed, still in my wet boxers, as I tried recollecting the dream.My mother, in her green cotton nighty, sat on my lap, her face facing mine, and the thin spaghetti. I felt warm as some liquid was poured all over my ass and i felt his hands rub it all over my ass and onto my hole. It felt good to get that kind of massage. He started to press his cock into my ass. He must have been surprised to find out i wasnt a virgin there, that was my own escapades. He was able to get a lot of his cock in, and i forgot to scream. He said oh you like that you little bitch!? I said no, but then i kind of laughed and it ruined everything. he slammed his cock into my ass. Well she took the bull by the horns and offered to be his girl friend if he would tutor her and look where it has got her. Now how would I approach Mr O Brien? He is different from Rory but he just seems to ignore girls. We are short of men this year in our drama club. I wonder f I approached him and asked him if he would like to become a member. Would that be the bait that might attract him and I could take it from there. Well it would be worth a try and in the next play we are going to do the. I could picture him just then, tall, smoothed black hair, bright green eyes, a brilliant smile, muscular build that showed under the button up shirts and slacks. I wanted him, desperately. He, just so happened to be my history professor. Professor Nelson was the talk of the campus, ever since he got hired about two semesters ago and girls were envious of other girls that had his class. Awakening me was a dull throb between my legs. I was growing wetter and wetter just at the thought of his.