She put her key into the door and slowly opened it. I inched my way into the room, once in I could not believe my eyes! Every table in the room had so...eone on it being fucked, sucked or licked, and some all of the above. The room smelled of sweat and sex and moans could be heard from every direction. My face felt flush and I could not believe my eyes. Over in the corner was the principal getting his cock sucked by a petite blonde while another male was eating her pussy. To my surprise I started. Mom giggled and stepped over to slip her arms around me. My arms went around her, and we squeezed together affectionately. The moment seemed to call for that. I felt her breasts and the firm points of her nipples press against my chest, at the same time with my rigid boner thrusting up against her stomach. Our bare skin touching like that felt inspiring and wonderful. "Mmm..." she murmured, pressing against me. I tightened my embrace and moved my hips a little, making my penis rub against her.. Not the same. My attitude, it is ... more ... no, that is not right. My attitude is less willing to accept what had been sufficient before. Is that correct? I feel compelled to test myself more. I feel uneasy to accept what was previously acceptable. It seems not sufficient to just be what comes easy now. It seems needful to try harder, to push harder. I feel dissatisfied, not content unless I struggle against the limits of myself. This is not how I was; I never felt this dissatisfaction with. My legs felt as though they were made of jelly as I came on his cock again and again, the continuous waves causing me to bite my lip rather than scream.As my pussy stretched more to accommodate this huge cock his pace got faster. He was no longer pulling his cock-head out but pushing his cock deep within me with short sharp strokes. He must have been moving some of my internal organs to make way for his long thick dick. I felt the head push hard against the bottom of my stomach; it was painful.