How can I have any cool cred with a room like that?Next my father moves furniture in my room while I'm not there and finds my box of "toys", hey where...s my privacy.Now I'm grounded and have to come straight home after school. I have to call my father at work from the house phone so he can see the number with caller ID so he knows I'm there.As soon as the first can of paint was opened my mother complained of the fumes and promptly took off for Grandma's until the job is finished. With my father. The tip of my cock was shining with pre-cum, it was ready to slide in.At that point she dropped to all fours, and tuned towards me, like a wild cat, ready to eat her pray. She crawled right up to me reached up and as the pre-cum was hanging from the tip of my cock the tip of her tongue took it in, ever so slightly touching the tip of my cock. She told me to lie down on the kitchen floor, which at this point I did, she was over me on all 4's no physical contact. She said I could eat direct from. “Mmmm, what a sweet cunny you have and so juicy.”She was so right it seemed even my embarrassment was making me wetter than ever. I was shaking but not through the cold as the bedroom was nice and warm. She took my chin in her hand and lifted it so she could kiss me. Her lips were not like Wayne’s but soft and smooth. I could smell her perfume, it wasn’t like a cheap scent fainter yet strong. I tried everything to hate this woman but in reality, I was glad she was there. Her lips were so. “Do you want it Jigna, do you want to feel my cock inside you”She still had tears in her eyes, she nodded, admitting to me as well as herself she was mine, she wanted my cock.”I knelt on her, holding my cock, sliding it along her tight little pussy lips, so wet, so swollen. I drove into her, filling her, breaking her hymen, splitting her little pussy open. She screamed, I loved it, she was going to be fucked so hard. I love to hear her scream, every thrust, harder, deeper, splitting her open, I.