When I masturbated, it was never with my mother in my brain. As it should be, my fantasies were of women in string bikinis or bent over on hands and k...ees in some porn flick, offering her two nether openings to a cock twice the size of mine.She was my mother, for heaven's sake, and mothers are off limits. I had done a satisfactory amount of fucking by the time I graduated high school, but never desired to prong the mothers of any of my friends, not even the mothers who looked like sluts. Jeez,. Since my hand was down there, however, I took the opportunity to stimulate her clitoris and inner lips, pushing down hard with my middle finger, opening her with the two adjacent to it, and sliding my hand back and forth across her. After a few moments, I cupped her pubic mound, broke away from the kiss, and caught my breath whilst I planned my next move.Deciding to fall back on the old stand-by, I kissed my way down her neck and across her chest, licking at the one nipple I could reach before. He was a little older than her, maybe 25 and was easy on the eyes. He had brown hair that was shaved short on the sides and a little longer on the top. His face was clean shaven except for the sideburns that Sarah found so attractive. His eyes had caught hers a couple times during the class and his were a deep blue. They reminded her of the ocean, because she felt like she was drowning in them. His body was equally impressive as he was a college football player. They hadn't been introduced yet. I talk about him to Gail all the time. But he became impatient for the show to begin. He probably has a hard on just thinking about how humiliated I must be.He called me over to join him and the other nine boys, some of whom are already undressing my mother and roughly exploring her body.I lost track of Casey. He didn’t seem to be among the throng of my classmates who surrounded me and began to grope me roughly before quickly removing my two articles of clothing.In less than a minute I had been.