I drew my room around her, with me on the bed, the sketchbook beside me. I put a little cloud over her with "I want to fuck him" written in it.I set t...he pencil down, and she appeared. She climbed on the bed with me, and began kissing me intensely. My penis was rock hard, and she started sliding her fingertips up and down its length. She stripped off all of her clothes, and threw them in the floor.I can't remember much of what happened after that. I was too far-gone in my lust. I only remember. Rita enjoyed the feel of the brownish-red hair of his lower abdomen. She marveled at how much more course his was than fine pelt that marked her own pubic patch. Her lips parted and her tongue snaked out to greet the point of his penis, and to taste the copious fluids that were flowing from deep within him. Rita, while a technical virgin, she had managed to sneak off with a few of her older brother’s “stroke books” as she called them, and had always wondered what this moment. My first day of tryouts for the cross-country team was also the day I met Debbie. We were like two magnets pulled together from the beginning. After that day, all our free time was spent together, whether at school or at home.But this story isn't about Debbie as she moved away to go to college. It wasn't because she was taking some particular major that only that school had. It was to get away from the small town. Apparently, our relationship meant very little to her, after all.This story. However, moms actions this morning shook up that paradigm which I didn't expect but wasn't complaining about. I put it down to mom not getting much sex and she couldn't take it any more. Soon school was over and I began the long bus ride home. Mom worked colser to home so she was always home before me. I wondered how she would greet me and how things would 'get started'. My phone vibrated. It was a text from mom. "Hey honey. I want to know that your heart is truly in this and not just your.