Carol's pussy was more like that of a girl than a mother of an eighteen year old son. It was small and tight with pretty lips on the inside. "Oh my go...d," She breathed aloud in the quiet room, "Oh my god, what is happening to me?" With her eyes closed and still half asleep she was able to relive the incredibly exciting feeling of uninhibited abandon that she had been prompted to perform for her son. "Ohhh fuuuck." She whispered in disbelief as her other hand squeezed at the cone shaped breast. We kissed again and I put my hand between her legs and caressed her gently. Her pussy was sopping wet and soft and she gasped a little when I penetrated her with two fingers and began to caress her pussy. Maybe it hurt a little? After all, she was a virgin until now… Or maybe she was just surprised by how good it felt to be caressed like that? She thrust her hips towards my hand to have more of what I was giving. She liked it.“Does it feel good?” I whispered.She nodded and reached up kissing my. He was almost rude. It confirms what you heard all day from friends, "This guy wants you!" He takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen for drinks. You are put on tour around the party as he shows you off while introducing you to everyone. You are his center if attention. And, you are enjoying his attentiveness, his warmth, and his strong physique. The alcohol does not hurt the fun, either, as you both increase the touching, holding, and hand squeezing. Around midnight Antonio suggests that. That's just what she wanted to tell you. The truth is your mom spent eight weeks as a sloppy fucktard slave and she was in a state of shock when you got back. She fucked my friends and she fucked random guys, anything I wanted, for eight long weeks. Your mom was just a dehumanized object of her own given will and she really got turned out too. Obviously this is meant to get you really mad, right? But the best part of all is that all of it is actually your fault. Bullshit? No bullshit. See you.