The next day I went to school as usual and found myself supper horny. I was thinking about sex with every conversation. I was starving once again. The... hunger was building deeply in the pit of my stomach. It was boiling over again. I wanted to feel a large cock deep in my pussy. I wanted that vibrator on my clit. I wanted to blast off to the moon. Thank God class was over. I ran home as fast as possible to blow my load. I drove home excited, ever stop light, every car in front of me drove me. .I was kissing her and began reaching for the button on her jeans, I was unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping them, she was kissing me and breathing very hard, she did not resist, I got her jeans open and put my hand down her panties, she was so incredibly wet, I started rubbing her pussy and trying to get my finger inside her while she was kissing my lips but I couldn?t get inside her standing up like that. I pulled my hand out and led her over to the bar and sat her in a barstool, I started. I promised my daughter I would get your autograph for her - so you’ll have to humor me for that little favor.”I reached for her just as I looked at Sherry. She was smiling and I knew we were going to fix both our hostesses first thing, so the fun and games could start.“WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT? Something shocked the shit out of me when we hugged! Sorry about that. I have a bad habit of saying shit, and when shit happens like that, I cannot help it. Did you feel that?“OH MY GOD! Look at me!”Her. When they had gotten back to the hotel, he was unable to return to his room and Molly insisted that he come to hers instead of waiting for what could have been hours in the hotel lobby.Tim wondered if what had happened next could possibly be reality. Did he actually go to sleep in his mother's bed and wake up on top of her? Did they really make love? Did they wake up and engage in sex again? Was it possible this was actually a dream? While Tim wished the last thought was true, he knew full well.