“Oh God Bobby!!! FUCK!!!” I could feel her ass quivering. “Oh God!” She says and buried her mouth in her forearm and bit down in an attempt to...muffle her moans. “UMMMMMMMMMMMMM” she groaned. We both came and came hard. I could feel stuff pouring out of her pussy with each trust, running down my balls and onto my thighs. I could feel it splashing my legs as my balls slapped her pussy.Mom collapsed on the front of the MG trying to catch her breath; her heavy breathing drowning out what she was. Tracy lifted a box of glass onto the top of the cabinet, sliding the other boxes to the sides. Her smile told me she thought she was doing me a favor. I tried to look excited as I moved to look through the glass. My smile faded. The glass was truly unique. The first panel was a blueish glass with wisps of white smoke running through it all jumbled by angry black swirls. The panel practically screamed at me, it was so filled with pain. It was my glass and fit my mood. I saw an ocean of the. The kids love it. They can come shoot pool, listen to awful music, dance, and gossip and eat junk food. Its become the place to go on weekends. The parents are happy because its alcohol free and supervised. However, sometimes I have parties on weekends at my home and only the special kids get invited. Booze flows and kids get hammered. What can I say? I like fucking drunk teens.I had already fucked Maggie before. Still did on occasion when she wanted something. Maggie was a born predator. She. She should have stopped right there. I didn't know my real mother, had no memories of her, but, even so, learning of her death was something that deserved some period of silence. Enough, at least, to allow me to absorb the fact of it. To digest it, and grow accustomed to having one of the pivotal questions of my childhood finally answered. I couldn't begin to count the number of times I'd thought about my mother, speculating about what she was like, or asking myself how she could have given me.