Her Mom, it finally occurred to her, wasjeolous. She took off her top and jeans, then her bra and panties. That's it! Momis jealous. Like who wou...dn't be? I can get more boys than she evercould, and she knows it. She then took off her bra.. Her breasts weredelicate and perfectly-formed. She was proud of the "girls". Andcouldn't wait to show them off to some lucky boy. She looked closely ather below-the-waist girl parts. They were only lightly covered, thoughshe had never trimmed. . When he stopped sucking on them he put his hands underneath my shoulders and gripped the top of them, then he started to kiss me and we made out while he fucked my pussy so hard, I was moaning in his mouth while he stuck his tongue in mine. Then I felt his hands grip on my shoulder tighter and then he burst into an un-human speed of pounding me and then I began to scream of extreme pleasure all I could feel was his giant dick digging into my soaking pussy. He pulled out and sat next to me on. ..no...Mom?”“Two days ago, Beck...no...three...I think,” I wasn’t in any better shape than my daughter but I was older and had more practice.Wait...that’s a lie...I hadn’t been this drunk since...umh...the Custer Shoot...and suddenly I missed David. That set me off. I sobbed. The father of Beck’s sweat-shirted student commiserated, responding with a hug. I soaked his shirt.That resulted in apologies. The apologies led to a suggestion. The suggestion soon led to the idea that maybe sex would. But I’m not old fashioned like my parents, and I hope you aren’t like my dad.”“Not even close,” I grinned. “I barely even speak Russian.”“Something we’ll have to fix. Our kids should speak Russian and preserve the tradition.”“Our families have been here a long time,” I countered. “Our Russian grandparents came to the US either during or not long after the Russian Revolution and we’re pretty thoroughly American. The Church services are almost all in English now, and what’s left in ‘Russian’ is.