At breakfast that morning nothing was ever mentioned or said by my frat brothers and I gave no indication that anything was wrong. There was some general discussion of my drinking too much again and how I had passed out in asian the middle of the party and how they were able to get me to japanese my room and into bed before any of the new recruits saw me, I promised those present that I had finally learned my lesson from the worse-than-usual headache I was nursing and my latest “blackout” memory lapse, and I would stop drinking. I kept my word and did give up drinking, but I have to admit that during the rest of my two-plus years in college, I purposely faked falling off the wagon at the frat house a number of times. No one ever noticed or mentioned that I always passed out nude, face down on my stomach on my bed. I really got to enjoy being fucked one guy after another. I also found that it was perfectly acceptable to everyone for me to get fucked and for the guys to fuck me when everyone had been drinking and I was “passed out.” It was sort of our early version of don't ask and don't tell. Some people have asked me to write about my experiences with my mother as realistically as possible, so here goes… I’ll avoid any details which would let anyone recognize us, so I’m not going to mention the name of the city where we live, but mom lives relatively close to me since I moved back here after finishing my studies. Not within walking distance, though, so I have to take a bus since I’ve never owned a car. Our relatives and her friends only seem happy that I’m visiting her more often nowadays like a son should. That hasn’t always been the case, we’ve had our problems and I started keeping distance to her as I grew up. That slowly started changing after the events I’ve described in my texts “Me and My Mother” and “Some Thoughts”, so it might be a good idea to read those first if you haven’t done so already. Keep in mind that this one uses a bit more artistic freedom in the details. I also have to mention mom knows I’m writing and posting these things. Some cumshot people seemed to be worried about that, but she thinks this is OK as long as we can’t be recognized, since our experiences could help others. I always call mom before I come visit her, or she calls me. Previously it was more of the latter, but nowadays I do call her more often than before. She always blowjob asks about what I’ve been doing, sometimes a bit too inquisitively for my tastes. That was a problem when I was younger, but I think our newfound sense of closeness is a wonderful thing. The bus ride takes its time, but there’s only a short walk from the stop to my mother’s apartment. We don’t hug or anything when she opens the door, we have never been like that. We just greet each other. When and mom asks what I’ve been doing and how I’ve been feeling, my answers are reserved, although I try to be honest with them. Usually we watch TV for a while or a movie. Mom watches even action movies, but for some reason she never remembers the titles so we may end up seeing something she’s already seen before. I practically never Hardcore watch movies except at her place, so it’s easy for me to find something I haven’t seen. Eventually we may lean closer, maybe kiss a little and if it feels right, then move to the bedroom. Seeing mom naked for the first time made me incredibly nervous. It still kind of does, but it’s more about the excitement now. Even now, I could feel the emptiness within me, a part of me I hadn’t even known was there, now screaming its existence by its absence. Only a slut would spread their legs japanese for me, show your tits for me, and let me finger their pussy. A square-jawed, fresh-faced young man leant out of the window and addressed her in a friendly and concerned manner. The groan of sexual bliss that asian came from Maria made Ronja wonder if she had climaxed right there. My tits weren't as perky as my daughter's, but they were all natural. We look into each other’s eyes before his hanging hard cock touches my wet pussy lips. Cathy stated. But that wasn't important right now. But thank you,” she cumshot blurted, horrified at the thought of him spending sixteen dollars on her lunch. I started to move blowjob causing my dick to slide back and forth between her tits, it felt great. Tammy and Courtney were Hardcore peering past their friends at me, both grinning. I was just ready to push it in when Katie sat up.