” He took my hand and laid it underneath his shirt. His skin felt so hot, so slick with perspiration. I was hooked. Pleasure of the flesh began to i...ntoxicate me. He took my hands and pushed them down to his waist before I started to undo his belt and jeans. I was keen to get to the prize now, to see my first cock. I could see it straining through the material of his pants. “Here, let me help.” Tim pushed his jeans and shorts down onto his thighs. Time slowed down, the anticipation created. I was wearing shorts but had a light sweater over my t-shirt. I hadn't worn a bra that night and I think I might have been making Tommy a little nervous. At 35 I was younger then most of my son's friend's Moms. I had heard some of the boys making little comments about me. The term MILF came up a lot. Tommy was wearing a t-shirt and baggy shorts. I tried to make some conversation to put him at ease. I asked him about girls and who was dating who. Of course I wanted to know if my son was hooking. Care to fuck?"But then we glanced at Jennifer, and we both felt a little ashamed of ourselves. Without having to say a word, we both agreed we were off limits to the other and basically tried to forget about it from that point on that night.As we entered their living room, I felt as if I had walked into the shadow of a big dark storm cloud from the way Jennifer's mother seemed to darken everyone's mood. Mrs. Corrigan stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen with her arms crossed, a wooden. I grab the lube before you can change your mind and slide my cock into my hands as if I were, indeed, using that pretty little mouth.“God you feel so fucking good!” I yell again at the screen. And, right on cue, you say back, “Mmm, see? Totally worth the wait, wasn’t it?” before pushing the cock into your mouth. I can hear you gag a little as you work it into your throat. Such a good girl!My hands grip my cock tightly, trying to simulate the feeling of your tight throat around its head. I turn.