“Why?” she simply replied as his head dropped and his messy, black curly hair covered his eyes. The boy was fit but also quite thin, wiry, almost ...lanky and she couldn’t imagine he’d have much of a punch as all his real strength resided in his long legs. “Why?” she repeated more forcefully.Michael mumbled something completely incoherent in way of response briefly looking up through his fringe hoping his mother was satisfied. He saw her sitting on his bed, her legs crossed and a set of red. Her muscle reflexes in her legs lifted herhips straight up however. Gradually she came back from her pain-induced semi-coma. Now she was starting to gagon my cock in her throat. I pulled out to allow her to breathe. She turned her head andspit out the accumulation of saliva in her mouth, but was in control and didn’t vomitwhich was what I was concerned about. I tore open the second package and she knew now what that meant. Being a sub whodesired to please, when I placed my cock on her lips, she. Getting there. Soon" She gripped my cock tighter, then increased her stroking. Faster, faster. Then, "Keep going, NOW." I shot straight up in the air. It landed on my cock, her hand. She kept going. Another spurt, this she aimed at my chest. A third hit my stomach. Then a couple more smaller, running over her hand. She squeezed, pumped the last drops out and say back to look at a job well done."Wow, that was a lot. Cool. Let me get a towel for you." But first she licked her hand. "Tastes. Lick her pussy and finger her back door and then try to enter her. Sounded simple enough even though we had no idea on the actual technique. She came back to bed and said she was ready. I was glad she was as I wasn’t. However I did as she described. I licked her pussy and clit and got her blood flowing. I pushed a finger into her arse and she sort of yelped and then moaned. “Grease your finger” she suggested. A bit of KY did the trick. She said it felt funny but don’t stop. As she became more.