Some stories are descriptive with a plausible, although kinky, plot. The one he chose to read had no plot. None. It was just plain fucking. The peggin... was actually the only part that interested him. Screw the chick - and her pleasure. Being fucked in the ass by an aggressive woman had always been a fantasy for him. While reading the hot story in the limo, his cock throbbed a little. Scot was glad he was alone. It wasn’t until the end of the story, when the guy shoots his load. "I gotta talk to my mom." Okay," he nodded quickly and glanced at me, a little guiltily, I thought, and his face was red.Josh had seen my mom sort of almost naked plenty of times before, since we did hang out together a lot. Like he'd seen her in a bikini every summer, and wrapped up in a towel or braless in a cut-off t-shirt walking around the house, stuff like that. But this time he'd gotten a serious look at her and it was almost kind of funny, except it was a little aggravating too. I mean,. The bed was huge, but its sheets and blankets very carelessly made up. Apart from a wardrobe there was virtually nothing else in the room except a bedside table piled with books that the dust on the top one suggested had never been read. It was all very depressing for a boy who had been brought up in an orderly household – too orderly I’d sometimes thought, but seeing this…well, it was the opposite end of the scale. I wandered out into the garden to be greeted by as finer collection of weeds. “Put your seat back,” he says and hits the switch on his seat and clumsily falls back into a reclining position. As I stumble to find the switch on the side of my seat, I feel Tim undo the snap of my OP corduroy shorts. Leaning awkwardly over the gearshift, he yanks my shorts down and takes my half erect penis in his mouth. I just lie there stunned by the urgency and intensity of what is happening. I think about telling him to stop but I don’t. A wave of intense pleasure and fear overwhelms.