"Hi, Mom. Wanna see my History test? I got an 'A'," John beamed, waving a paper at her.Janice sighed. She was anxious to check her email and see what ...er lover's message was for today. Her pussy was already soaking wet. Lately it started flowing as soon as she got home and started for her computer. Her panties always seemed to be wet now a days. Still, she couldn't neglect her son.Of course, John guessed how anxious his mother was to hear from her new boyfriend. He was deliberately delaying. She’d won.He slid home, both of them standing against the wall. His thrusts were deep and long. She could feel every vein, every ripple of his straining manhood. The head of his cock was hitting the top of her pussy inside, making her rotate her hips with each penetration, like a woman trying to savor the sweet sensation of being dominated. She knew her place, and it was under this man. She belonged to his cock. She bit her lip, her hands at his waist guiding him faster and harder. Each. Maybe I'm just all bothered up because of my hormonesreacting, of course all women carry a hairbrush at all times. *Or*, hermind told itself, Nathan has begun to come out of his bubble and isactually on the way to become close friends with her. She found herselfstaring shamelessly at Nathan as he took the hairbrush from her andcombed his long wavy auburn hair into place...As the lift doors opened for the ninth time since Nathan and Jamie hadentered into it, Jamie just knew that something was. I felt my face turn red. I jerked the book back out of his hand and put it on the shelf. “Well, I have. I mean I don’t make a habit of it, but I have read a few of them.” “Daniel do you like reading them?” I knew it would do me no good to lie to him. He could see right through any front I tried to put up. “Yes if you must know. I do enjoy reading them.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Do you ever do what the people in those books do?” I looked at him, knowing my face was blood red. It.