“ I noticed the tent growing in your dress at the table, did I make you Hot, you want to felt up ?” All I could do is shake my head yes. He leaned... in and kissed me, open mouth, forcing my mouth open with his tongue. I didn’t know how to respond so I pulled away. “ Don’t be shy, and he pushed me down, “ Open my pants and get to work, Bitch”. I unzipped him, my hands shaking, undid the snap and his pants fell, out came a good 9” cock, and thick, ‘Well it not going to suck it self, open up,. “she’s good for a first timer”FLASH“hee hee, look his phone takes good pictures”. Fuck, they were using my own phone to photograph me. This was followed by a BEEP BEEP of an incoming text.“It’s mummy, what do you want for your tea”. The guy holding the phone played with the phone then said “I’ve texted back that you have already eaten!”. Now, if you don’t want these pictures sending out, you will do all me ask.“okay, okay, anything”“make like you mean it”“I looked up at the pack leader from. Since then she has lost a ton of weight, quit drinking, and cleaned up her act. It was her drinking that I am convinced let her be careless, not just in her mannerisms, but in her lack of discretion. The fact is my mom is very much a screamer during sex, especially when she is getting it in the rear. The ironic part is that she isn't screaming in pain, but rather just the opposite, her screams are sounds of pure ecstasy that she feels when she is getting it good in the pooper. I couldn't tell. It was humid so I tore a sleeve from my shirt and made a bandanna. Birds whistled and a****ls chattered in the background as I pushed forward. As I walked my mind slipped back to my second sexual encounter. I was 23 at the time. She was 18. I remember we met at a friends house party and she made me follow her into an empty bedroom. The door had barely closed behind us as she started stripping her clothes off. She pulled me forward and told me to treat her like the filthy bitch she was. I pushed.