.. for an hour and his prick stiffened. He also felt his cheeks get hot. "Um ... yeah, I could do that." Good, because ever since Saturday I've been w...anting to do ... more."Robby felt a little faint. "More." he repeated."Yes ... more." said his mother.He got up and went to his room, where he tried to think about his homework assignment. How could he possibly write a poem when all he could think about was his mother's body? The curve of her breasts, with their up-looking nipples, looking like. She wanted to fling herself on him.“Take off your clothes, Miss McLuster...this is the last time I will ask you,” he said in a cold, harsh voice.“No!” she cried, her voice high with pseudo-fear. “You let me go...I’ll tell!”“I’m going to remove this little session from your memory, Miss McLuster. Oh, you’ll feel I’ve been inside you, be sure of that, but you won’t remember it. So you see, there is nothing more to it than you let yourself go and live your fantasy. Your clothes, Miss McLuster. I. "Yes Jon, I know it's your favorite," I replied as innocently as possible. He smirked knowing I was his to have. I submitted to his kiss willingly and whimpered when he pulled away and got off the bed. I was disappointed for two seconds before he pulled off his jeans and boxers, leaving his cock standing at attention. I was in awe, craving to have him take me. He raised an eyebrow at my jeans and I immediately tore them off leaving my panties on to tease him. He climbed on top of me hugging his. She grabs his jaw pulling his face back up to hers. She lets her tongue glide across his lips before siting up on her elbows to kiss him. She lets herself fall back pulling him with her. Hands slide up his back as she pushes her tongue into his mouth. Whimpers of pleasure vibrate against his lips, nails digging into the skin of his back. The feel of her nails digging into his back, the pleasure and the deep passionatekiss causes his back to arch. He runs his hands back down and up her sides,.