He looked up at me, scared, clutching his left cheek as it already began to glow red. He seemed to want to speak but had forgotten how. "Do you need m... to slap you again?" "No! No! Jess. I mean Miss Rhodes. I'm sorry. I do respect you! I promise," he grovelled and begged. I have to admit, seeing him so pathetic so soon I felt a surge of arousal as it tingled through my body. "In my experience it is actions which display one's true thoughts, Michael, and you are sat at my desk." He jumped up. He then reached for a modern book from the bookcase to his left and pulled down a colorfully decorated book. I watched as he opened it and noticed it was hollowed out. A small rectangle had been cut into the pages. He grabbed my wrapped book and placed it in the hollow, carefully closing the larger volume and wrapping it with the same care he took with my smaller book. He handed me the package and then limped out to the front door, lifting up the shade and unlocking the door. He opened it for. Then only I came to know my friend left the college as he is not interested in studies. But, I was not able to forget what he thought, during this period I read many i****t stories and i****t movies and prepared to fuck my mom. I did my semester exams in a good manner and left for home.My mind was filled with the thoughts to fuck my mom. I have masturbated many times thinking her during this semester. I reached my house and hugged her tight and kissed her cheeks and she reciprocates. I lightly. He rocked back and forth, his cock easily siding in and out of my used pussy building up tempo faster and faster. I moaned again and again into the makeshift panty gag, the lustful sensations raging through my body, making me push back with every thrust, getting him as deep inside me as I could. Over and over I felt him thrusting inside me, his hands moving up my body to my large breasts encased in the lace bra. After a bit I felt his cock growing again and then the wonderful rush of his cum.