I had never been allowed to set foot in her house, because teenage boys were the living embodiment of dirt.The others? Aunt Diane, Aunt Caroline? I ha...ed them, too. I might have mentioned earlier that the one thing my mother liked about going to her family reunions was a chance to boast about her unchanging figure. What she didn't like was the chance it gave all of her sisters to boast about their children. Compared to the ones in Harvard, and Yale, and M.I.T., the ones who were already. It read: “show the person who took your last garment off what sex position you’d like them to have you in.” Amanda gave me a mischievous grin, then with her dark eyes meeting mine she lay back on the floor, slowly and smoothly spread her legs and folded them up till her knees were near her shoulders. She ran her hand slowly down her front across her navel, and through her thick dark bush. She slipped her fingers into her gaping vagina and her breasts quivered and she gave a little gasp as she. Back and forth. Then, she lowered her body down as my cock plunged into her tight cunt, isappearing from sight as it penetrated her. Every inch of me was swallowed inside. I could feel it grasping a hold, as if not wanting to let it go inside. It was warm. Wet, but mostly I remembered it being cozy and warm. A wonderful feeling that even myself didn't want it to pull out from.Her hips began to gyrate, as she began to fuck me. Rocking gently at first as I could feel my cock sliding around inside. "Calm down Cindy, you look exactly like any other girl shopping with her mom, no one will notice," she said softly, calming my fears. "Do you want to check your makeup before we go in?"I nodded and quickly gave myself a once over. Was I kidding myself or did I really look like a teenage girl? There was only one way to tell."Okay mother," I said after a deep breath. "I'm ready."People passed us as we entered the mall but except for some girls checking out my outfit and boys checking me out, no.