.... she wouldn't have.So i sat in the closet and cried while she rode him, my cock hard as a rock.Ive never heard her moan like that, she loved it.Sh... rode away, making comments about my inadequacy. He flipped her onto her back after making her cum 2 or 3 times.At this point i was completely spaced out. I couldn't believe what was happening.After about an hour of fucking she ended up on her knees in front of him begging for his cum.He came all over her. Once he was done he was out of there. I wish that I could tell you that this will be an ugly-duckling-becomes-beautiful-swan tale, but if there's a swan waiting to come out of me, it's late and it's ugly anyway.You've heard the expression "Sweet 16 and never been kissed"? Well, I was probably never sweet and I reached 18 before I was ever kissed and neither of us were all that thrilled about that, being that my prom date was bullied into taking me to the 'let's-make-the-walflowers-even-more-unhappy' event by his mother, who was. I thought that maybe I should have fucked around more before settling down. I had found myself focusing on all the things that we did not do. I had never had a blow job because Cynthia thought it was ”gross”. Anal sex was too disgusting to talk about. We had even stopped doing it in different positions or places. The bedroom was the place to do it and the missionary position was the way to do it. I Loved Cynthia and had no intention of leaving her. I just wished that she was more. And I had always been attracted to my mothers body. When she went on dates and didn’t come home until real late, I would fantasize about the things her boyfriends might have done to her, and what she might have done for them. My mind was racing as I watched her wonderful breast rise and fall rhythmically and she continued to sleep that deep sleep. I realized that I had a hard-on, and at first I was embarrassed. I thought about going into my bedroom and jerking off, while fantasizing about.