He backed away, and I sighed in frustration. He laughed, wrapping his hand around my throat, pressing his dick back onto my plump little cunt. My hair... was soaked by the running faucet, dripping down my back, the water cool, invading and scented from my Chanel perfume, my skirt open, my perky teenage breasts spilling out over my bra, nipples pert. His breathing got heavier, and suddenly bliss, dirty, forbidden, bliss as he penetrated me, dipping his cock into my wetness. Fuck me, youre tight he. “Last night” This amused her. “What picture did you cum to?” Not having to think, “The post grammy party, you were wearing that blue dress and your tits were spilling out the sides.” She squeezed her tits tighter and laughed. “In your fantasies, do you always fuck my tits?” she asked as I kept sliding my cock in her jugs. “Always.” I said, with a near crack in my voice as I approached orgasm. “Well this is the real thing” I pumped faster, pushing her hands tighter on her tits. “Now cum on. ... he was still a man ... and in the current position he could see her entire womanhood open up like he had never seen before. Not even just seconds earlier. He started to get hard. What was he to do? Here he was with a hard on for his mother. He just kept staring at her open labia and her anus, both seeming to beg him to be filled to the hilt. With his rock hand penis showing him the direction, it seemed he was pulled over, like an inescapable gravity. He hesitated. His dick was but a couple. In desperation, I pleaded with him, “Oh baby, I’m so close…please let me cum…please baby.”Each time he left me moaning and panting, trying desperately to hump against his hand in attempt to get my needed release. But each time, I was denied and left aroused and frustrated. He would simply relax his fingers inside of me, as I humped trying to gain my release, and say, “But what if the neighbors saw you?”“Let them fucking look…I don’t care anymore…please…just let me cum,” I panted.But Stephen was.