” I said firmly with a smile.“I’m sorry mom. I hope you’re not mad at me.” He said.“No, I’m not mad at you, son. I’m mad at myself for... letting this happen.” I answered.“Mom, I thought you liked it?” He asked.“Oh, I do. And I certainly like the way you’re feeling on my breasts right now. Hmm, it makes me feel so good.” I answered.Then I felt a hard thing rubbing against my butt cheek. It was my son’s hard dick. He took down his pants and he was rubbing his hard thing on my butt cheek. And he. Her smile dazzled me. This young, innocent woman child had conquered me. I didn't even know I had lost the battle."My name is Jo and I'll be your waitress tonight" What would you like sir" (the accent melted my heart)" Chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and gravy please."After she brought me dinner, I ordered desert, and coffee. Then I asked her out. She could not go to a bar or club, since she was only eighteen. The only other thing to do was the drive in. I wondered what was. Mary-Rose agreed. Mary-Rose lay down on the bed, feet up in the air. Petra was next. Her face was shoved into Mary-Rose’s cunt, her arse stuck outwards the window. She felt Carl’s lips and tongue passionately kiss her arsehole. Carl stood back up planted his feet either side of Mary-Rose’s knees and slowly inserted his phallus back into Petra’s butt. As he did that, Mary-Rose screamed out as she came on Petra’s lips. Petra’s eyes closed as she felt Carl penetrate her anus. She felt cheap. She. He laughed and said it was in front of his chair. So here I was on my knees in front of Max’s computer chair. I looked on the ground but couldn’t find anything. When I brought my head up to his chair level I clued into where the one I would be smoking was. Max had his hand pointed to his crotch as he took a long drag. I nudged forward and hesitated figuring that this was it… the point of my fantasies I was always too afraid to cross. I reached my hand down as he closed his eyes taking a deep.