.."Whoa, stop right there, now, this is my car, you want to walk home, fine by me, get out now, otherwise get in the front seat and apologize when the...girls get back. You say you're sorry and sound like you mean it, it ends tonight." You go fuck yourself, you're not telling me anything, and I sure as hell ain't walking home!" Listen up John, you don't tell me to do anything, let me make it real clear to you. Your dad works for my father, either get out of the car, or apologize. If you don't do. He moved the head of his penis up and down my wet slit, pussy whole to clit, several times, I knew the familiar motion was Pauls. His stiff shaft penetrated me easily in one swift thrust. Once inside me, laid down on top of me, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled himself higher, invading me more deeply. This hairy chest rubbed against my nipples, he knows what I like. I matched his every thrust, giving myself completely to him. The feeling of exhibitionism spurred me on. I arched and let out a cry. We were all in bed, snuggled up and asleep before two. I groggily woke up about eight in need to pee. I went to the bathroom and heard talking downstairs as well as smelled fresh coffee, so I put on some clothes and went down to investigate. The three Moms were in the kitchen with coffee. My Mom was dressed, but the other two were in robes.“Morning, Son,” my Mom said as I gave her a hug on the way to the coffeepot.“Good morning, Chuck.” Cecile and Carol said at the same time. I smiled as they. Some took her up on it but a surprising number took fright and fled, alarmed at her predatory approach. But she still needed more. And then there was Chris her son.Chris had taken his dad's death hard but he was young and soon got over it and was soon enjoying the company of his friends again, particularly Kirsty his girl friend. But Marie knew that her son had fantasised sexually about herself since puberty. She would often discover knickers belonging to her that Chris had taken from the.