They watched TV together, something they hadn’t done too often in her crunch time.“Let’s not,” she said when the news came on. This had been s...uch a sweet couple time, and the news always caused fights.“You’re right. I can get it all from the Trib tomorrow.” He read the Chicago Tribune every morning on the EL. Well, she wouldn’t be there to have a fight with him over the editorials.“Brush my hair?” she asked when she got out of the bathroom. He liked to do it, and it really needed it. She always. Sorry,” Ron apologized. “No, don’t feel sorry,” Samantha said, “But did you like looking at my breast?” Samantha was being a bad dirty mother. “Don’t feel shy, Baby, tell me, did you get an erection when you looked at my cleavage?” “Yes, but that just happened,” Ron replied, but he was a little turned on and surprised with the way his mom was talking. “Did you think of me… naked?” Samantha asked. Ron kept quite. He was thinking if he should tell his mom that he had masturbated on her bra once?. ” she whispered again as her hand snuck under the waistband of my shorts and grabbed hold of my suddenly growing cock.“Huh?” I groaned turning to face her, pretending to be half asleep. Rita let go of my dick and quickly sat up and shucked off her gown and lied back down next to me, pulling my face into those huge, pillowy tits of hers. I didn't need any more coaxing as I attacked her big tits with a vengeance, sucking at her nipples like a starving man.“Ohhh Yeessss!!!!” Rita moaned pushing. We were all in shock, as we numbly headed to third period.I had it better than most of the guys. I had three girls doing their best to cheer me up, and they were damn good at it. They eventually convinced me to take a 'wait and see' approach, to see what the next coach was like. There really wasn't any use in worrying about it until then. Besides, we had a meeting of our own to look forward to, after school.By 'after school', I mean 'after school, chores, placating Diablo, and dinner'. It was.