So here we go, On Thursday 11/20/14 was the night that "S" wanted to see K again but since we had agreed that it was all behind us I figured she wasn'... going to go, S had also asked me to join him and his friends On Saturday 11/22/14 for a pay per view even he ordered, I was debating whether to go since he had treated me like no one else ever had, humiliated me in other words but since Karla and I decided to never see him again I was feeling strong about not going. It wasn't until noon on. I know of some people’s fantasies and they are far kinkier than mine. I kept mine a secret, never hinting at this strange desire. Until that is, I decided one day to tell my friend Jean all about it during a lunch.I actually call her Genie because Jean seems too plain, too boring for her. I prefer my spelling and nickname because she has a knack of making me feel better and, if I apply myself, it seems she can make my dreams come true. So, to the lunch... ‘I don’t know why you don’t just go for. He’d ridden astride men in chairs like that.He remembered it had been three years ago. One man, the one who owned the flat had sat back on a chair like that and two others had lifted him up and held him as though he was sitting in mid-air before they positioned him then lowered him down on to the man’s thick, oiled penis. They’d done it slowly, lifting and lowering him gradually?letting the blunt, slippery spear sink deeper and deeper. He’d cum well before the man he was riding, spraying hot. I wanted to remove this feeling from her. For that, I had to show her how much happiness she would get when she was with me.Mom was in her blouse and petticoat in the bed waiting for men. I couldn’t resist. I jumped into her and kissed her lips. I opened her blouse and removed the bra. Then I started sucking her right boob and squeezing her left boob with my hand. I can tell that she was enjoying all this by the moaning she made.Then I went down and lifted her petticoat and removed her.