When she tried to put her tongue in my mouth I pulled away. “You don’t want to learn how to French kiss?” I must have been a real nerd about th...ese things. I had heard the word ‘Frenching’ but didn’t know it’s meaning. When she kissed me again I let her tongue into my mouth. She wasn’t done. With her tongue in my mouth she put a hand on my little tit. “What was that about?” I asked. “It is what a boy is likely to do when kissing you” she said. “He’s also going to want to touch you down there. He couldn't see any of the graphic details of our lovemaking, but the mere fact that I was fucking his son in front of him was driving Don crazy with desire."That's it, now you're all the way in. I can feel you deep inside me." Don't move, Mom. I don't want to cum yet."I held perfectly still for him. He was pressed down on my clit and it would only take a few good thrusts to get me off, but I had to stay focused on him. After several long seconds he drew his cock back, being careful to do so. ”“Your mouth first,” I said, “then we’ll go around theworld until I finally fill your arsehole.” Before I evenfinished speaking she had moved down and sucked my cockdeep into her throat whilst her hands squeezed my ballsand fingered my anus, she was really hot for it and wassucking hard and fast. “Slow down,” I cried, “or I’llcum to fast.”Slowing down slightly I could savour the warmth andsoftness of her lips wrapped around me. Obviously he had told her of my reaction. Suddenly she stood and looked at her screen.“What?” I asked.“He asked me to stand for a sec. I am not sure why. Oh, here we go again.” She sat down and typed.Later, we were in the bed that we had shared on sleepovers as long as I can remember. Gloria had continued chatting with Brad for another thirty minutes and then we watched a romcom, before getting into bed. The bed was getting smaller and smaller with every growth spurt. We were however not.