The next morning when our big family gathered for breakfast, I couldn't keep my eyes off her.Matters were only exacerbated by the fact that Mom wore a... robe that revealed more than a "proper" amount of her abundant cleavage. Several times she caught me staring in her direction, and she always looked back as if to say, `I know what you want, but what are you going to do about it?'Sandy was watching the whole thing, and later that day said she thought Mom was hot to trot. I'd always believed. Hard and relentless, making her choke and gag. She is dripping with saliva and tears are in her eyes. I momentarily feel guilty but the feeling of climax makes the guilt disappear. "shall I come in your mouth you dirty little whore? Feed some of my hot cum to that baby of yours?" She shakes her head. I slap her across her face."I didn't want an answer, where I cum is my decision bitch"I push her gently to the ground, aware she is pregnant. I didn't really want to cause any harm. I push my jeans. We danced sometimes and I will admit there were brief moments where I’d end up getting a good stiffy as she would move about my body.On one particular night, it was business as usual at the bar. I was quite lit and would rock out a few tunes at the microphone and she would egg me on. I would purposely try not to overdo it with her in case her girlfriend would get jealous. The last thing I needed was two dykes fighting over me. After I sang one song in particular she requested I had to pee. I thought you might be studying and needed a cup of coffee,” he said. “But…” I got a little nervous, because last night I was not studying. I was having sex with my boyfriend. He sneaked into my room and made me horny by playing with my tits. After that, I couldn’t stop him from fucking me. “But what?” I asked, moving to my closet. “But, I saw something else,” he said following me to my closet. “I saw you having sex with your boyfriend. You loved getting spanked, huh?” I was seventeen.