Then why feel shame. Besides, don’t you see it? She likes it”. My hand continued rolling on my pole, up and down, my eyes riveted to hers. Her eye... were smoldering my penis with anger and still I was able to trace out that thing which kept her eyes there only. It was lust. She hated it, but loved it too. As the thing dawned on me, suddenly I had a plan. Suddenly I released my hand from my bursting cock with a great will and pushed the reluctant thing right inside my pants. I closed all the open. I already told them that you were taking me to the movies later."We went into her living room and I walked right over to her sofa and sat down on it. She excused herself and went into the kitchen, after asking me if I wanted a soda. She came back, after a minute or so, with two bottles of Pepsi. She handed one to me, explaining that Pepsi was the only cola in the house. I told her that I liked Pepsi as well as Coke anyway. She sat down on the middle cushion of the sofa. She was about two feet. Her only purpose at this moment was to extract the sperm from my balls. I put one finger in her vagina while she stroked my cock on my side.Me: your cunt is all wet.Mom: yes my boy, mommy is completely turned on by sperm. Mommy will make sure that you are empty all the time. How many times a day do you cum?Me: 3 times sometimes. Mom: okay this will be our minimum. Then in 2 month from now we will have a great amount of your cum. From now on son your mother is your personal prostitute. I could. She sent me pictures of her in lingerie and naked in the shower so I couldnt wait to get a piece of her. Finally a couple of months later she came to Georgia. She came while I was at work so after work i stopped at her ‘s****r’s’ house. She came outside and she looked better than I thought in the pics. As soon as I saw her we started making out on the porch. I was grabbing her ass and rubbing on her tits. Her ‘s****r’s’ f****y was inside so I couldnt take her inside and screw her like i wanted.