I’m gonna have to ‘please you’ the same way ya know? Cindy suddenly felt a gush of warmth in her vagina and blushed with embarrassment. Daryl noticed her blush and pointing a finger at her he said “Oh my God! You’re getting horny at the thought aren’t you?” Authors Note: If you have enjoyed this story so far and would like to read more about this group of four then let me know. When I was 14, I had a friend named Nate whose house I used to hang out at a lot. Nate introduced me to Dungeons and Dragons, among other geeky escapes from the drudgery of Junior High. We were really good friends for about 2 years and then we went our separate ways. I’ve not spoken to Nate in probably 30 years or more. I have no clue as to why, but I had a hot dream about Nate’s mom the other night. What’s funny about this is I don’t normally remember my dreams, plus I’ve not thought about her in YEARS. I don’t even recall thinking of her as hot back then, even as horny as I was in those days. I had a hard-on for just about every single girl whose name I knew that was even remotely attractive girlfriend back then, but moms were just off my radar. It wasn’t until I was in my 20s that I got into older women. Nate’s mom was in her early 30s when I knew her, but I can’t say for sure. Her name was Doreen (I think), but we Hardcore just new her as Nate’s mom or Mrs. R. She was this short, slender brown/auburn-haired stay-at-home mom with small, yet amateur perky breasts and a nice ass, which she almost always clad in extremely well-fitting jeans or tight cotton exercise pants. I wake up early in the morning. Nate is still in a deep sleep. Not wanting to wake my friend I slip out of the room and pad down the hall to get something to eat. Wearing only a light pair of cotton pajama pants, I round the corner to the kitchen and head thai straight for the cabinet where they keep the breakfast foods. As this is not my first time here, I know right where to go to, even through my morning mental haze. In my grogginess, I completely fail to notice that Nate’s mom is on her knees, only a foot or two away from me, scrubbing the floor in her cleaning clothes. Being that my ass is sort of flat, my pants don’t stay up all that much, save for hanging on the root of my cock and what little cheek anal I do possess. As I open the door to the pantry, I stand sideways, lit by the kitchen window. Moments later, Doreen senses my entrance into her kitchen. She was obviously impatient to see what Harry had swinging down there. At dinner that night, she was still lit girlfriend up over another tractor ride and was also understanding about the need to attend the Saturday monthly village visit. Oh well, there was quite an easy solution. The thai roller-coaster of emotion only added to the fluttering in his stomach as Randi closed her eyes and began amateur to press into him with a deep kiss. We'll explore the boundaries of our new relationship." At restaurants, if she has to go to the restroom, I go ahead of her to make sure that the stall is clean and the Throne is sterile. There was a clash of fear and arousal raging all throughout her body, she was trembling in its clutches, but from her sex came this aching heated pulse from a need to be touched. Holy shit! “You guys don’t have breakfast here do you?” I asked. "I love you, too," I said. You both are just so perfect!" Grabbing again I devoured you, I kissed, I bit and ate. She sighed as she pulled around to park in the back of the shop, hoping not to be seen. And don’t ask. Usually though her dealings with him were kept to a minimum but on this particular day things were different. But you’ll never get another chance” she said. And his cock started shooting in my ass. She shuddered at the memory of the fingers digging into her unprotected sex. One more thing and I would be ready to execute the first part of my plan. She was on the other side of the table, her dark-brown hair swaying about her face. Yet another part wanted to wipe my anal pussy dry. Val liked to occasionally emphasize the fact that she was born Hardcore just a few minutes before John was, thereby technically making her the slightly-older twin. “Those two panels do what the headset did,” I told her “Mistress!” Zanyia yowled, crouching beside me. “You need get out of here now.