Her desires were now illicit but undeniable. The faster breath, the surge of slickness between her legs, and the aching of her nipples were for real.E...ually real was the shamefulness of a mother wanting her son’s body? Was it lust? Was it ownership? As she pondered the conflict in her mind, she also noticed that it took hardly any time for the shame to give way to unbridled lust as the thoughts inevitably turned to the hard young body. Was he thick? Or was he long? What made Shobha describe him. ..have you..? God no Mr. Blue! I laughed I was 16. Everybody keeps calling me a late bloomer. I disagree though, Im just picky. Mr. Blue laughed out loud. Well, its good to know you have standards. And stop calling Mr. Blue, it makes me feel old. My name is John. Ok John. I smiled. 15 minutes later we were at the Surly Bean, a local coffee house that was popular for its open mic nights. I was excited to hear some poetry since a bit of art always gets excites me. We got our coffee and had a. When I closed the door behind me, my Boos got up from his chair at his desk. Then I could see he had his pants at his ankles and his hard cock was slowly being stroked in his hand.The bastard had a terrible look of pure lust all over his face. I took a breath and grinned; knowing what he did want from me…Without a word, I just took off my blouse out, revealing my round boobs with my hard nipples. He ordered me to come closer to him. When I was right in front of him, he pushed me down onto my. I quickly thrust my rod into her dripping snatch."Oh God!" she screamed out. "Fuck me Jake, fuck your mom!" Her dirty words made my dick harder than ever and I kept fucking her with an increasing pace. As we fucked, her gorgeous tits bounced up and down in rhythm with my strokes. I leaned down and put her nipple in my mouth and started to suck on her perfect tits."Jesus Jake, don't stop, mommy's going to cum. Mmmm Jake, that's right, fill up mommy's pussy" she moaned loudly as I continued to.