These dates always left me wanting more, but I never got the nerve to delve into the pot of gold and taste the tender fruit of womanhood. Most of the ...time I was horny as hell. With no female comfort, this left me with my trusty hand to lull the tension in my body. Sometimes I would fantasize about my mom being in my room nude when I jerked off. This usually got me every hot and I would shoot off almost immediately. I live with my mom who’s 36, and she’s beautiful. My mom could be. She came over and took a long drink of her beer and gave me an even longer look before going back and grabbing the microphone. She began a very slow and sexy rendition of Garbage’s “Queer.” I danced on my barstool and she sang to me from across the bar. It was hot and when she finished there was a roar of approval. She flushed again and I laughed. She had no idea how pretty she was. His wife floated in front of me, passing me on her way to the ladies room. Slowly I turned and my eyes. It tingled unpleasantly but Curtis told me it was to prolong the fun. I just hoped it didn't interfere with what I had to do.The room had the same layout as before but this time it had a glass topped coffee table, Curtis seen me look at it."Has a camera underneath, captures more of the fun. You can place the toy on the surface and bounce on it for the ending and then shoot on the glass. Be fucking hot, you good with that Mase?" Sure," I replied, turned on.I stripped off behind the camera and. I heard his deep breath, impatient, I sense the b**st grow up inside him. He clutched more and more my hips, he bit my lips, he bit my tits. I was screaming, moaning in his ears, enjoying our pleasure. With an hard stroke he putted the whole dick inside me: I knew what was happening. Without realizing it I was under his wet body, I was in his possession. He squeezed me while he was fucking me. I loved that, I was his slut, I was feeling like a slut, he made me feel like his slut, I need to be.