Perhaps it was just something of his mother left behind in her body. Paul finished getting dressed in one of his mother's best blouses, skirts, nylons... and heels. He was glad to have the support of a bra. His mother was always a bit of a tomboy and only dressed up when going out somewhere fancy, even then it was rare. His mother's legs looked good coated in nylon, he thought, she looked great dressed up. Paul went over to his mother's calendar to see what she had planned. Unfortunately she. It was only a quick look, but it left enough of an impression that it invaded her fantasies quite a bit. His manhood was uncut, like his son's, but much bigger and wider and more exciting looking. As feelings and thoughts ran through her, Annette knew that it was going to be awhile before she'd be able to calm down enough to sleep.Finishing up with his shower, Don slipped on his robe and headed for bed. Once settled under the blankets, he hoped to get to sleep. Usually by this time on a Friday. "You feel so good inside me! Ahhh, Jay, I love to feel your hard cock in my cunt! Oooh, baby, Mother is fucking you! Mother's hot cunt is fucking your hard cock! Ahhh, baby, baby, my pussy is so fucking wet and hot ... your cock is so fucking hard! Ohhh, Jay, Jay!"Shellie pounded her cunt up and down, throwing her shoulders back, her tits straining out. She cupped them, her fingers digging into the firm flesh, her nipples burning through the gown and against her palms. Jay was making strangling. But then feeling utter self-loathing at whatyou've done." Going home with a used condom hanging out between your butt cheeks." You tailpipe sore." Hating yourself for being such sluts." But then going right back to wanting more of the same." Cuddling together and trading stories about all the sex you've had." And since none of those big strong men are going to want to do anythingto you queers except use you, you'll have to get your own relief anotherway." With each other." By using your hands.