“Mom, uh, will it make it go away?” he asked.“It should,” I said, continuing the slow strokes.I brought my left hand to his fully-erect shaft ...and glanced up at him to see his eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feeling for the first time in his life. If both of my hands weren’t busy jerking him, I might have slipped one of them under my panties to play with my wetness. My pussy was dripping wet and my nipples ached as I felt the desire overtake my inner core.I slightly picked up the pace with. ”“Terry, please.” I implored.“She’s heard worse at school.” It was certainly true.“I don’t care where you go in the house, except to your parent’s room. I’m in charge of your dad. I care even less if you’re around when I want to fuck your Mom. Ignore us, or watch, or go hide and play stupid games in your room, whatever. Do not disturb us!“I won’t.” Stace almost spit.“Get on my dick, Cunt.” He sneered at me.“Please. I-I can’t.”“Don’t make me get up.” He growled.“I’ll go, Mom.” Stace darted to. My Mom saw it and told me to finish my milk and go back to bed. Andso I did. The next morning my Mom told my Dad what had happen the night before. Theyboth talk before leaving for work. They spoked about the plans of making us play with our bodies and making us play with one another. But they were running late. They always left early, in the weekdays,to go to work and leave Shelly in charge of us to go to school. But that morning Shelly had an exam to do and catch the bus. She told us to move. Pack your stuff up and meet me at the front of the school"And with that he was gone, getting a head-start so I wouldn't have to wait long at the front. As he passed he said, "Don't you dare finish, save it for later." and with that I had to reluctantly let go of my sopping wet cock, twitching with excitement. Was this seriously happening?I left and made it to the front of the school under shelter from the huge rainstorm that had begun. I waited only a minute before he pulled round. He shot me a.