" What's next?" my mother asked me. "Renee and Suzy?" Maybe that's happening right now," I observed."Well, if its not..." my mother started, when I de...cided I was tired of talking. In one hard thrust I became a mother-fucker."Oh!" she gasped, her eyes wide.I started stroking in and out of her, asking, "How does it feel to be fucked by your son?" I won't be truly fucked until you cum in me," she said, breathing heavily."That won't be long," I said, pushing into her harder. She picked her legs up. She moved away at my first attempt but, after more kisses and body hugs, she let me leave my hand there. And she let me knead her breast, awkwardly but voluptuously. The next week, she let me slide my hand up under her sweater and cup her bra-clad breast.Two weeks ago, we went even further. Darkness had fallen quickly after a cloudy sunset. In our retreat, we moved quickly, both eager I suspect to resume where we had left off. I had my hand under her shirt early in the session. I begged her to. She was wet and warm and tight. As he ravaged her fuck hole his hand grabbed her tits and he pulled and twisted on the hard nipples and then bent his head and sucked them. She was a perfect fuck toy. It did not take him long to fill her with cum. He then pulled his cock out and said "You are so sexy. I want more of you. Put your clothes on and lets go get that tit with a rose on it. I can't wait to see how good it will look."As they rode to the tattoo parlor she rubbed his cock inside his pants. Ashley and I kicked it off right away. She was really petite, pretty and surprisingly sheltered, almost innocent. We had been chatting, drinking, smoking pot, and dancing. This party was great. By the time we were dancing I was really getting kind of horny because I could sense Ashley was drunk as hell and I knew she was into me. Most of the people had left at this point. The slow music turned on and I braced her by her hips as she wrapped her hands behind my head. It was really nice dancing.