Sometimes Zane took charge. Sometimes Stephanie took charge. But they both enjoyed every second. When Stephanie finally left she had a bounce in her step and a very big smile on her face. And another date for later in the week. My mom and dad split up when I was younger. Divorce isn’t easy for anyone but then living in an atmosphere of constant arguments and distrust isn’t healthy either. Once it was done and she was on her own I did my best to be ‘the man of the house’ and became handjob quite protective of her. To be honest she was the same with me, lots of hugs, I guess we were trying to reassure each other that everything was going to be ok. We certainly became closer because of it. The one complication here is that my mother - Julie – is a seriously attractive woman. Clever (PA to amateur a shit hot barrister), funny, outgoing and best of all curvy in all the right places. She’s a 38DD (is there any guy that doesn’t check out his mom’s bra size?). She came to terms with her divorce and started dating again, some men lasting longer than others but no one that looked like a long-term prospect. I’m sure there were times when she just wanted sex. That may seem presumptuous but living with her it was pretty clear that she has a high sex drive. As I said, I can’t be the only one to check out his mother’s undie draw and my moms was quite illuminating. As the years passed after the divorce her ‘special’ draw became filled with sexy lingerie - crotchless knickers, peephole bras, stockings, corsets, suspender belts and some naughty pics that must have been taken by other men over the years. Then there was her growing collection of sex toys and the fact that I could hear her using them at night – and sometimes first thing in the morning! She still liked a hug and we would often snuggle down on the sofa together to watch TV after she had showered and in her robe. So there I am, 18 and six blonde foot two, fully grown and a man in every way and I’m lying on a sofa with a sexy woman naked apart from a bathrobe. Would you not get a hard on? I certainly did and I’m sure she knew it. At first I was embarrassed and tried to hide it but it didn’t seem to bother her – in fact I’m sure she used to wiggle her bum against it deliberately. On those nights I was sure to hear her playing with her toys almost as Blowjobs soon as the bedroom door was closed. I honestly began to get the feeling that she like having a horny young man around the house and if I hadn’t been her son then who knows what would have happened. This was made clear to me one night when, whilst we were on the sofa, I fell asleep and woke Hardcore up to find her hand on my cock. I just stayed silent as her fingers traced the outline and stroked my knob. Obviously it started to grow and she stopped but it was clear from then that part of her thought of me as her loving son but another part thought of me as a sexy (well, I hope!) “It’s kind of a Scottish ale. Charlie, for his part, was by no means short, standing in at five foot eleven he'd always been slightly annoyed that he hadn't hit the fabled six-foot mark or, for that matter, been able to grow a beard, two of the seemingly common qualifiers on the dating amateur scene these days for boys hisa ge. Candy replied. I pull down her shorts and panties at the same time go reveal a surprising shaved pussy, slightly wet from the foreplay, they were still around her ankles when she started kicking furiously, after getting them off I put all my weight onto one of her legs and grabbed the other, after lining myself up to her cunt I started rubbing up against her, hearing her screaming just made me harder, before putting it in I slapped her again to shut her up, grabbing her face I moved mine till we were looking eye to eye, I kissed her quickly then looked deep into her eyes, I see her tears and I say “don’t worry” a second passes, then she smiles, she looks happy for a second, then I put it in. Not gently, with one thrust all 6 ½ inches is inside of her, and she screams. "Of course it’s me, in the flesh and naked, and thinking of you," Julie purred in response, "and I hear you are finally getting hitched. This isn't exactly what I had in mind since it isn't a 69, but this is JUST FINE with me. I'm cumming and jerking and this sends Jim over the top and he's cumming in my mouth. Jim attacked her breasts with his mouth, crushing her nipples against the roof of handjob his mouth with his tongue, Blowjobs raking his teeth across the tight, smooth skin of her tits, leaving big hickeys on her underboobs. "Well, not really, since you're going to be, ah, eternally fucked for the rest of your damned life." She didn’t wait for an answer. Do you intend to get married before the start of school?” I hate sleeping in jeans but I’m not willing to sleep with my cock out so I deal with it. It certainly shouldn’t affect her grades or college opportunities. “You sure this is the right drawer Mr..”, I was about to ask as I turn towards him. “Is this what it’s usually like?” Betty asked. Her eyes widen in surprise when I turn on the shower. Even so, she suggested we take the dinghy back to the mainland, feeling that ‘interruption’ would be less likely. He bucked for another minute before going still, his face purple with strain. They looked hot in their college school uniforms, the same as the other girls. We only took the elevator to the second floor blonde as they have a walk through to the parking garage on the second floor. "Money shot! The frame lock was now released and rotated, so everyone could see the cock cage. Straining desperately against the thin fabric of her blouse for release were two of the most perfectly shaped breasts he had ever had the honor, nay, the privilege of Hardcore admiring.