But I stopped her by saying that I had not wear underwears.But she told that she was my my mom, and before I could say any thing she removed my shorts.... My 8 inch tool was in front of her. She started cleaning it but after a few sec. I could feel her soft hands on my coke. She was stroking me hard ,ahhhh ahhhh uffff momm ahh I was mourning in pleasure. She now started to eat my tool, her soft lips were around my penis. Ahhh ummm I was in cloud nine. And jerked off in few mins on her face. She. I notice the time; it’s late, close to 3:00 in the morning. I can’t help it, I need him. He is sleeping on his back, wearing nothing, as he always does. He looks so peaceful; it’s a shame I’m about to wake him, but I can’t deny this need. I let my hand slide down towards his cock, feeling it in my hand. I know how much power he holds when he is hard and fucking me. This makes the pain deep inside me hurt worse. I stroke him, feeling him grow quickly hard for me. He doesn't wake, surprisingly.. We were required to wear a collared shirt that was dark blue or some shitty red color, and dark blue or grey skirts, with long socks. I typically wore my blue shirt with my grey plaid skirt, which I rolled up so high that when I walked you could see little peeks of my ass, and long white socks that I paired with black ballet flats. I wore my hair in a ponytail with a ribbon most days, but sometimes when I was feeling naughty I'd wear pig tails. I had him my junior year as a physical science. In six hours, I had a 16-by-20-inch painting outlining every contour of his feet from the ankles to the toenails, laid out against the red background of my bed. I kissed Kevin goodbye before walking him down to my front door. By that point, it was almost time for dinner, and I went to bed immediately afterwards.I woke up the next morning expecting that the painting would end up looking awful from having been done while high. In fact, it was better than anything else I’d painted. The marijuana.