She always turned heads wherever she went. Of course, I was aware of her beauty, but not her sexuality.Okay, on with the story.As I said, we were typi...al middle-class Americans. My stepfather had a good job and traveled a lot. Mom spent her spare time playing bridge and tennis with her girlfriends, mostly neighbors. There were two very close friends I'll call Linda and Jane. They were, like Mom young, athletic and good looking.I came home one summer day after playing tennis with some friends.. She feels her arms quivering, burning. Her legs, thighs jerk from the stress. She struggles not to scream. ?Good. She’s breaking!? He thinks, glancing down toward her wet, oozing slit, amused at the site of the twin folds of hr vulva appearing to be quivering around the gold stud. ?Now it’s time to give that pussy a real taste of the leather.? Slowly shaking his head, he steps beside her spasm-wrecked body. ?This lash across your pussy doesn’t count! Don’t cry out or I’ll. When I pulled into the drive, my Mother's car was there. My father was afraid in my condition, I might hurt myself, so he called her to come to my house. He told her the circumstances and the terrible mess I had made of my life. He called Early at work and filled him in about what happened at the office. My father apologized again and again. Early barely responded. He told Early my mother was with me and he didn't need to be there. He seemed relieved. I started crying uncontrollably again when. My cheeks were bulging out barely able to accommodate the huge dick. She gave me some encouragement, “You suck cock real good but lets see if you can deep throat.” She thrust her hips forward as she pushed down on my head with both hands. I gagged harshly as the enormous cock pushed down my throat. I couldn’t believe it fit. She hissed, “Look at that throat bulging out. I can see my cock going down your throat baby. You can handle a lot can’t you?” I mumbled a reply and started to resist the.