Just as she made a first step toward the bathroom, Mom came down from upstairs. She crossed her legs and leaned over the counter on both arms. One of ...Ethan’s car catalogs was right there. She grabbed it and flipped it open.“Hi honey. Whatcha doing?” she said.“Nothing much. Just hanging out.”Mom looked around the kitchen. “Where’d your friend go?”“Oh, she’s out front with Ethan. They’re washing his car.”“Is that why you’re all wet?”“Huh? Oh, yeah. Ethan sprayed me pretty good,” Pam said. The. Her breathing became shallow, her moaning increased, then her muscles tensed up as she came all over my cock.Sara got off me, then got onto the mattress on her hands and knees. I moved in behind her rubbing the head of my penis up against her glistening cunt lips. Sara told me "Stop teasing and start fucking!". I did as I was told. I slid my dick straight up her pussy and started pumping. I finally got to take a good look at Sara's astonishing ass. I grabbed a handful of cheek with each hand. Now I’m not entirely dense. I had a pretty good idea of the general reasons why Bree might act this way, even though I hadn’t pressed her for the specifics. It clearly had something to do with the portions of high school she didn’t mention, and her family, which she also still avoided talking about. I figured she’d tell me about it when she was ready. In the meantime I was immensely complimented that I was the exception to her boy thing. I know it’s silly, but simply seeing the difference in. And the dreams were horrible, twisted nightmares, where she'd been turned into some sort of dumb, slutty sex puppet for ... well, she wasn't quite sure for whom. But it was someone important, and it was someone who'd transformed himself into a monster. And the monster seemed to not only take great delight in fucking her, but in making her dress and act like a cock-craving bimbo, a horny little nympho with enormous boobs who only cared about sucking and fucking. And even though she loved being.