Not that I had anything to compare it too.We made love a half-hour later, then an hour after that, and every hour until I couldn’t get it up again. ...Mom sucked me hard the last two times. We made love seven times that day and we got cleaned up before Dad came home from work.He walked in, kissed her and placed her hand in his crotch. I followed them up to their bedroom, at a reasonable distance of course. Mom must have known that I would be listening at the door.Mom said, “So I’m supposed to suck. Then I stand upright and take a step away from her, before turning and saying over my shoulder, quietly but full of meaning:‘Thirty minutes ...’Miss Harper knows just what that means, and she gives a little shiver from head to toe. I pause in the doorway for a second before exiting from the classroom, and glance back to see that she has lifted the hand that was under my skirt up to her face, sniffing her fingers and savouring the aroma of my pussy from where she had rubbed along the groove in. Eventually I cried myself to sleep.I awoke and looked at my clock, it was around 5. I needed to go out for a walk before it got dark. I headed down stairs to the kitchen where Lucy was coloring. She seemed to have move past my yelling at her. She looked up at me and gave me that little kid grin."Hi sissy. Why are your eyes all red?" It’s nothing Lucy. Don't worry about it." My mom was making Lucy a grilled cheese sandwich."Hi sweetie." Hi." I sat down at the table and looked at what Lucy was. I couldn’t help but notice that his dick, flaccid when I had first taken of his pants, was now creating a nice little tent out of his boxers. I let myself lay on top of him, our bodies rubbing together, feet intertwined, our dicks rubbing on each other through our boxers. I lowered my lips gently onto his, and he tried to push away, though his heart clearly wasn’t in the effort. “No, I don’t want to…” “Don’t worry about it man, it’s nice.” He considered for a moment, then laid back down and let.