We waited for some time. And dad started to snore. That my queue. I made Mom lie in missionary position and made her wrap her legs around me. Started ...to fuck her again slowly.But still, there little sound as I was hitting her wet pussy with my dick. The sound was like tup tup tup. After 1 hour of she reached climax two times and I ejected my cum inside. she kissed me in lips for some time and left to the bathroom. After she came I went to the bathroom to clean and piss.It was an awesome feeling. The blaring of my phoneringing. The tightness of my clit being restrained by something. And theinner innard ache of something jammed into my pussy. The concept of'clit' and 'pussy' made the memories of the past week come rushing back tome.After the faggot dam broke, and I came into my panties over and over likea good white boy, I don't know. A large portion of my mental landscapechanged. I'd be walking down the street, and checking out the asses ofgirls in front of me. But instead of. Stan hurriedly pulled his sheathed tazer and raced towards the trembling figure.“Please don’t. . .” a frail feminine voice squeaked from beneath the dark shawl obscuring all but her tiny bare feet.Stan half slid to a stop right before her on the shiny grey tiles. “Geez lady, what the hell you doin’ in here?” The shroud slowly slid from a dark mountain of long disheveled hair to reveal two large black eyes made prominent by her pale white complexion. “I thirst,” she mumbled with a barely. He rocked gently, rubbing himself up against me through the thin fabric of my shorts. I met his movement, immediately intoxicated by the sensation. With his palm flat on my lower back, he guided me, bringing me down and in, slowly, sensually. Letting out a sigh against my lips, he lifted me slightly and lowered me backwards onto the bed, never allowing his body to lose contact with mine for even a second. He lay on top of me, body still between my legs. With my knees pulled up, the loose legs.