It's been sex (if your lucky like me), partying, and more sex these past 4 years. And yet the most erotic experience of my life by a long shot, was wi...th my mother. My caring, erratic, devilishly seductive mother. Picture this: a buxom brunette, 37 years old, with perfect smooth tanned skin and big, loving brown eyes. That's my mom. She exudes sexiness out of every pore. It's something I've had to accept over my teenage years, a woman whom I'd fuck without hesitation living with me. And of. No! The dancing girl was real and I would find her no matter what it took, or how long it took to do so. As fate would have it, It didn't take long; however, before she found me. It was as I found myself nearing the back of the alley, when I felt a sudden draught, a gentle breath which changed into a whisper. "Something tells me that you're looking for me."I felt her breath come warm against my neck, the hairs rising as they reacted. I could have died on the spot, my heart leaping into my. The black guy said "Dress her!" I stood her up and slipped her top and miniskirt on. The black guy took hold of her arm and escorted her out of the office, at the door he said "Make yourself comfortable and watch the movie, I'll bring her back in a couple of hours." And off they went.The other guy's where making remarks like "That was one horny slut!" "What a gorgeous little cunt, I could fuck that forever!" "It's a good job she is sex mad, cause if I know Max, she's in for one hell of a. It felt so big in me and when he tapped it I let out a moan"good, you like that don't you slut, time now for your spanking"He sat next to me on the bed and put one arm around my waist holding me tight. Then thwack! His hand spakning my ass in a quick hard motion. I moaned and tried to pull away but he held me tight."Mmmmmmm bet you liked that slut"After the first smack, his fingers lingered on my cheek, gently running over the hand print. The tingling sensation was amazing. He held the poppers.