Now he wished he’d still had his blanket on.“Oh my gosh.” Amanda was about to find release. She could see the impossibly large bulge growing in ...her son’s pants. She leaned her head back on the couch, her eyes rolled back, and the soft waves of an orgasm enveloped her.Thinking about baseball was worthless now. Roy watched his own mom get herself off. And before he could stop himself, his balls contracted and he unleashed shot after shot of cum into his pants. That was his third of the day. How. I watched him explore me as no other man has ever done. Places only my washcloth has been, not any man. I touched him as I could; however, I just kept going with the feeling, closed my eyes, and either played with my nipples, touched the back of his head, or grabbed the headboard as the pleasure increased. He put a pillow under my ass to raise my hips and then his tongue and fingers became one with my pussy. His tongue swirled all over my clit which protruded about the size of my pebble hard. She was scared. This was illicit, and wrong. Getting fucked in public was one thing, but in front of the man she was going to marry–! And now she had a thumb up her ass. I’d never had any back-door desires, but this was more than sex, this was about power, defiance, and, yes, violation. She wanted to stick it to Tony, and, God help me, I wanted to stick it to her. I guess I was more piqued about her fucking me and jerking me off and then telling me she was engaged than I’d realized. I suddenly. She would sometimes spend sleepless hours just waiting and thinking about what kind of ride she would have in the morning to the center of the city on the crowded train. The grey trains were always packed with workers and shoppers and others like her of a predatory nature that just wanted to press their greedy bodies onto defenseless females. She knew these mindless commuters were mostly silly females with no desire to protest any liberty taken with their private parts because a submissive.