She certainly hadn't let anyone get their hands inside her pants, nor much else for that matter. Not that they didn't try. She knew that she was fairl...y attractive to the boys, even though she didn't flirt or flaunt herself. She was concerned about getting a reputation if she went too far, especially with any of her school mates, so although she dated it was usually with several others and tried not to be alone with a boy.Except for one boy, she remembered. Four months ago she got very. For sometime during her frantic self fuck session, she'd made up her mind. She was going to do it. She was going to let her own f******n year old son fuck her, to hell with the taboo. She needed a man, and he needed a woman. He wanted her that way and he loved her, and she knew now that she loved him and wanted him the same way. Mark threw on a pair of running shorts and a top and headed for the kitchen to get something to eat, nearly bumping into his mother as she emerged from her bedroom. He. It’s going to hurt. She mumbled, “It’s not fair...” She put her blouse on the arm of the couch, and unzipped her skirt before letting it slide down. He loved her ass, though the redder the better. And it was about to be very red. “Sir, can I leave my stockings on? And my panties?” He didn’t answer. Finally she turned and stared at him. He only stared back. Punishment spankings were always given naked. Completely naked. She unsnapped one garter, slid the stocking down her leg, then stepped. This talk only made me want to fuck her harder.She reached over to Joan calling out ‘Sasha” to wake her up. As Joan woke up she saw me fucking Roxy and said, “I see you are enjoying yourself baby, mind if I share?” It was more of a statement than a question as Joan got out of her chair stripped and went down between Roxy’s and my legs and began licking her pussy and my cock as it thrust in and out.Roxy was taking charge of what was happening, Joan was going along with it and so was I without.