I had dated some and kissed, but was still a virgin. This kiss took me to another level in sensuality. We stepped back into the kitchen area hidden fr...om the door so as to prevent someone from surprising us when they walked in.I took Marie in my arms again and we passionately kissed, our tongues doing a dance as we probed each other's mouths. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. The feel of her nice breasts against my chest felt wonderful. I could feel her hard nipples poking through. I rested against the bed as best I could with a metal bar pressing at the base of my cock. Her panties smelled so strong. I had sniffed panties before but I'd always aimed a little further forward and I never pressed them so hard against my face.My cock grew uncomfortable and sticky. I felt like bruises were forming on it. The feeling of her light bush against the small of my back aroused me in ways I never thought possible. She reached a hand back and smacked my ass hard.I gasped.She smacked. Then he’d kiss her on her lips whether she wanted him to or not. His heavy breath in her face as he told her how good she was, and how much he loved to fuck her. Inside she probably cradled at the feeling of knowing the man who was suppose to raise her and love her was r****g her. My cock would explode every night from the thought of it all. The problem was though that now I couldn’t look at my mother anymore without idolizing her features or thinking about an episode between her and her. Blood is what I drink from your lips Every kiss is pain Every goodbye is knife wound…’ ‘He’s cute right?’ ‘Who?’ ‘Kyle. The lead.’ ‘Oh.’ Ian’s fifty times cuter. Granted Kyle was tall and dark and handsome too, with violet eyes—contacts of course—and dirty blond hair ruffled enough to be rock-star material. He wore a low-cut black shirt and from where Sara sat, she could see a silver chain around his neck. His voice, she would admit sounded charmingly delicious, even when he sang the words ‘I.