I said "Aaaaahhh". She said "OHHHHHHH!". I hung the phone up and tried to cover up with my hands. That obviously did not work. My mom said to come ups...airs, she wants to speak to me.I was shaking I was so nervous. I was also super aroused. I waited 10 minutes, trying to figure out what to do or say. I had no male clothes with me, so I had to wear my outfit back upstairs. As I climbed the steps, my high heels made lots of noise. As I opened the basement door, my mom said " I know you are there,. She was picking up her pace by now - one hand rubbing her clit in a circular motion, the other above her head where the camera didn't point. Even though I couldn't see, I knew she was pulling on her hair; she loved the feeling of it, and it always turned her on in a way that nothing else could. She was picking up the speed with her hand, her chest beginning to expand more rapidly, biting her bottom lip so no moan could escape her mouth, but she was unsuccessful. A solid moan was released when. He caressed, kissed, licked her all over, and then brought her to a first climax with his tongue, whereupon he covered her and she felt him pushing into her moistness. It was heavenly, that feeling of him stretching her and pushing in and out. He went slowly at first until she began to moan again, when he speeded up and brought her off a second time before emptying himself into her.Later in the dark, she wondered, too late, about STDs. At least this time she did not have to worry about getting. I always found I could get a better hardon looking at guys jacking off than I could watching a m/f fuck frenzy.Anyway....I suppose it all really kicked off when I passed my driving test, at last I had the freedom I needed. I used to go cruising for hours on end just to get out of the house and away from the boring TV. I used to just go for a drive and see where I end up but a couple of times I found myself venturing down to the local gay meeting places to see if I could catch a glimpse of guys.