‘The look on her face was much more anger Than I envisaged. Her face was really red and I knew she was really angry with me.She demanded to know why... I had changed from never being in trouble to being before her on numerous occasions. And I was now going to push my luck now.And I just said I felt I was being picked on by staff. And I felt it was me being bullied. And that I wasn’t happy with it. And the effect really took me by surprise.I was told to go to my class as I was in the end year and. The next night was a Thursday, and I wondered. She usually went out about seven to meet Doreen, and I made some excuse about spending the evening with a school friend, and left the house about six-thirty. I made my way to the cinema — there was a coffee bar almost opposite, and I bought a coffee and sat at the window.Sure enough, a little later I saw my mother coming along the street. She was wearing a short grey skirt and a peach-coloured sweater, with a white cardigan thrown round her. Same two characters.She took me up on my offer. When I opened the door and saw her there standing with that twinkle in her eye, I thought I was the luckiest person alive for getting another chance with her. She walked in, she took off her coat and shoes. I grabbed her coat and hung it up.When I turned around, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. The kiss was slow, passionate, her tongue made its way into my mouth and came in contact with my tongue. I kissed back, placed my. She was panting, gasping and gurgling. Her mouth drooled and her vagina drooled. Her bullet-like nipples felt as though they were going to explode and her rigid clitoris throbbed and spasmed."AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!"Sara saw nothing except white spots flash before her eyes. She spread her thighs as wide as her tendons would allow. With every outward pull, her thick vaginal juices spewed past her swollen labia folds and down her thighs.Suddenly she felt the most.