Ahhh&hellip, I cant take it anymore. I really want you so bad. Fuck me harder, I am so horny. Mom screamed. I slow down my thrust and asked her Do you... really want your son to fuck you, mom? It is so wrong, isnt it? Please dont stop fucking me! I want you to fuck me, son. I know it is wrong, but your dick feels so right inside of me. Fuck me, son, please&hellip,! Mom demanded. I begin pumping her again, pounding faster and harder on her wet pussy. I feel like I have to blow, and I know I have. And fucking began.After a week, she turned back to her work, and we made a date, two weeks later.As I rang at the door, her voice answered: “Come in, door is open!”I opened the door, shut it. Only one lamp was on in the background of her bedroom, and then Nelly approached. As she was under the door, she switched on light. She wore only a small black garter-belt with shining black stockings. She stood on black high-heels. Her hair she had highly teased, her face was a little bit bronze with a. ? In theliving quarters the girls could be continuously observed.? Originally the walls had been perspex butthat had only encouraged them to be self conscious and careful about showinganything as they undressed before an audience of salivating men.? Fumbling under towels, or even gettingundressed in bed were the normal routine.?In time, with the mirrors, they tended to forget and couldn't be surewhether anyone was there or not, though in the dead of night it was possible tohear the rapid hand. ”“You go first, then.”I went into the bathroom, turned on the spray, adjusted the temperature and got in. I took a quick shower, then trimmed my beard. Clarissa showered, and when we were both dressed, we went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. When we finished eating, we checked out, then headed to the testing center. We found the correct room and approached a woman at a desk.“I need your ID and your registration form, please,” a woman about my mom’s age said.I handed over my driver’s.