I might not have been sure if I had ever heard of her, her face did seem familiar. She noticed I was staring, she smiled.“Are you nervous, Charlie?�...� Her first words to me, apart from an absent greeting minutes ago. She sounds friendly, comfortable.“I don’t know, I—“ I’m stumbling through my words, “yes, a little bit,” I admit.She chuckles, “Don’t worry. It’s your first time, right?”“Yes…”“Are you doing it for your credit?”“I don’t—is that, is that the reason? Usually?”“I think it is, but. I could feel her bodyheave as she began to sob."My pretty, pretty boy," she said, " my pretty little boy, what have wedone?"Mom held me for what seemed like hours, but I'm sure it was just minutes.I felt so bad for my mother thinking about what she must be goingthrough? I was her son and yet there were the photos that were proving meoh so wrong. All I could do was comfort her like good son should do.Mom broke the embrace and looked at me one more time, smiled slightly andsaid, " your father. "I love how tight you are." Matt told me." Now fuck me with your big cock." I said.Matt began working his cock slowly in and out of my pussy as he held me."Yes give me that big cock." I begged.He sped up a little and kept giving me his hard big dick over and over in and out. My tight pussy was getting stretched more and more with every stork. I started squeezing my pussy muscles tight on and off so I could feel more of his hard cock as it slid in and out of me. This was great Matt held me and. "Ya know," she gasped as I plunged into her, "I have known it was you for a long time." She was silent for a moment as I slammed into her again. Amy pulled my hand to her left tit. I was quite happy to squeeze and twist the hard nipple she directed me to. "I finally figured out the twenties showed up when you had just left the office." She squeaked then when I stuck my thumb into her asshole."Always...uh...uh...always knew you were hot Peter. I've been wet so many times when you were sitting.