Told me about her past lovers, one night stands and masturbation. She had this amazing story about a guy she took home, but never had the intention to... fuck. He was so pushy she had let him jerk of over her feet, which seemingly was a hilarious situation. One morning I was preparing for work and texted if she wanted to ride along. The response I got was not what I expected. Layla texted: I'm going to be late, got out of the shower and was feeling horny. Now testing my new buttplug. Ill see you. "But mommy, all I want to do is wear your blouse." I tried pouting.She looked at me strangely."Calvin," Mother asked me very slowly. "Do you wish you were a girl?" No!" I blurted, then I hesitated, "I-I don't think so." I suddenly wondered if there was an answer that would move her closer to my goal. Unfortunately, my first outburst came from a straight boy's natural commitment to his sex. Fortunately, I shrouded my words with a shred of doubt. Unfortunately, I was sporting the hardest erection. .guess it was mine. She sorted herself out and looked flustered but very happy, so she was still at it, joy.I walked back to the stairs and made lots of noise and walked into the kitchen she smiled at me, i asked why she was so red faced and her explanation was standing waiting for the kettle to boil. I looked over at the cup and could see drips off her juice running down the sides and i couldn't wait to taste her. She made the tea and i could see her keep looking at my crutch, but always. His hand and facing throbbing back and forth his panter kept looking down at him every now and here. Glancing over to my vehicle. I left the overhead bright light on for a few and later shut it off. Turning on the dim lights on not as bright but enough that I can see them perfectly. The one on his knees kept sucking that dick and started stroking it slightly. By this time it appears as if they even forgot about my presences there. He was taking that dick and sucking it from the tip of the head.