Virginity lost!

Trista did not return my kiss. Undeterred, I kept hold of her waist. "There is no need to pretend. I was there two days ago. I remember what you did with your tongue."

"Son... that was for... I went too...," She replied in a low stuttering voice more suited to a nervous young girl on prom night than a titan of industry. "Anyway, what I did was a result of my exposure to your pheromones. It was not because of any desire of mine."

I did not respond to Trista's hedging. Instead, I reached up and slid her jacket off of her shoulders. I gripped the back of her neck brought her face down to mine. This time I kissed her slowly, more sensually, taking my to savor her.

After a few moments, my mother's resolve wavered, and I felt her tongue venture into my mouth. Trista moaned softly as my hands slid down her body, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it over her hips.

"Greg don't. It's wrong," Trista weakly protested.

"Then tell me to stop," I answered, caressing her ass. "Tell me to let you go, and that will be the end of it."

My mother opened her mouth, but no sound escaped her lips. Instead, she looked away as a pink blush of shame crept up her neck.

"You've never been with a boy, have you?" I surmised.

"Son, please... the pheromones..." Trista implored with me.

I knew she was hoping I would this as her will was too weak for her pull away from me. Finally, as I stared into her lovely blue eyes, she gave in to her desire and leaned forward and kissed me.

It was tentative at first. Then her lips became hungrier and hungrier. Trista's hands reached for the bottom of my t-shirt and proceeded to pull it over my head. "You have abs now? My little boy is just the sexiest thing."

Taking that as my cue, I dropped to my knees and pulled my mother's panties down to her ankles. Trista's pussy was already slick with her juices, and I could smell the intoxicating musk of her arousal.

Trista did not hesitate to step out of her underwear; her slit now inches from my face. I looked up to see an expression that was a mixture of worry and lust play along my mother's countenance. Before she could decide between passion and caution, I slid my tongue back in the hole I had emerged from thirteen plus thirteen years before.

Trista moaned as I lapped at her outer folds. She reached down and wove her fingers into my hair. My mother forcefully pulled my face into her vagina, pushing my tongue deeper inside of her. My face was soon coated with the evidence of her excitement. "Oh, Greg! Be a good boy and lick mommy!"

My mother's entire body trembled as pleasure flowed through her. Her grip faltered, and she released my hair. I took the opportunity to work my way slowly up her body. Unlike Lara the night before had with mine, I took my time unbuttoning Trista's shirt, trailing my lips over each inch of newly exposed flesh.

As soon as the last button was undone Trista dropped her white dress shirt to the floor and stood before me on clad in her green satin bra. "Aren't you a bit overdressed?"

I looked down to see her dainty hands begin to unbuckle my belt.

"I have to admit seeing a hard cock live in the flesh is impressive," She said, looking me in the eye as she buttoned my fly. Trista grabbed ahold of my waistband, she pulled down my trousers and underpants in one swift motion. My already rigid penis sprung forth.

Without a word, Trista dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. I threw my head back as the warm wet sensation of my mother's mouth enveloped the sensitive flesh of my penis. My mother's tongue danced along the shaft of my member. "Uhm that's it, suck my cock! Your so dirty taking a young boy's dick in your mouth."

I could feel Trista pick up the pace; her head bobbed up and down with alacrity. "Oh, god again. Gonna cum again!"

Pure pleasure pulsed through my entire being. My penis began to twitch, firing rope after rope of semen into my mother's awaiting throat.

"Christ in heaven, that was amazing!" I exclaimed as I gripped a table to steady myself.

Trista stood up, wiping her mouth. "Surely that's not all. If the anatomy texts books are correct, teens were able to get hard almost immediately after their first ejaculation." My mother then reached and down and gripped my cock, which quickly stiffened in her hand. "More than accurate."

My mother unsnapped her bra and dropped it to the ground. Her beautiful breasts were now on full display. She put her arms behind her head to push out her chest, Trista slid a hand slowly down her body, her fingers tracing each of her sensual curves until they finally came to rest on her wet slit. Lewldy Trista brought her wet digits to her mouth and licked them clean. She walked over to her office couch and laid down on it. She spread her legs and started playing with her pussy. "I need you to fuck me. And fuck me hard. Don't think of me as your mother. Treat me like a whore."

"That's not going to be a problem," I growled in response. I crawled on top of my mother. The tip of my fully engorged cock grazed my mother's taut stomach coating her soft flesh with my precum. I lined shaft with my mother's awaiting opening. I pushed the head just past her outer folds and stopped.

"Quit teasing me you little shit," mother demanded, pushing her hips to try to **** my cock farther inside.

"I want to savor losing my virginity to my mother while I take her's," I taunted as I lifted up my hips, nearly causing my cock to exit Trista's warm, inviting channel.

My mother reached up and grabbed my small frame, pulled me into her. My cock slipped entirely inside her. As soon as we were wholly joined, all thought of teasing left both of our minds. Our lovemaking became vigorous. The sound of our flesh slapping together along with the wet sounds of my cock sliding in out of my mother's hungry pussy filled her spacious office.

In our exuberance, we rolled off the couch and crashed to the floor with a thud. Neither of us missed a beat. Trista took the opportunity to push me on my back and begin to ride me. "I want to look down on my little boy as his dick makes me go crazy!"

Mother went wild. She bounced up and down on me with such **** I thought she might break me in half. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Trista raked her fingernails down my smooth chest raising several rows of red welts. "You're going to make mommy cum!"

"I'm close," I panted.

"Good, let's cum together," Trista replied as she began to gyrate her hips. She leaned down and kissed me as I felt my cock began to pulse firing rope after rope jizz inside of her. Suddenly, my mother's pussy tightened its grip on my cock. She moaned loudly in my mouth as her body began to quiver. I could her juices squirting onto my abdomen before she collapsed on top of me.

We lay there, panting like two people who had just finished a marathon. Then we both felt it. My cock, which had deflated inside her, began to stiffen again.

Trista gave me a devilish smile. "I'm game if you are!"