Desi Cross Desser

"I'll call you when I get off." Not if I call you first!" he yelled as I shut the front door. I couldn't help the silly smile that was on my face as I went to get in my car, only to find Talon's Mercedes was barely in the driveway and had managed to block my car in. "Just take mine," he called out when he saw what the problem was. The keys were still in the ignition and the doors were unlocked, though they were shut, a surprising feat considering the state we'd been in last night.I raced through the late lunch traffic, cursing at every red light and slow moving car along the way. Because of the hour, parking was scarce. The fact that it was Friday didn't help. I finally found a spot three blocks away from the shop and ran from there, discovering that my legs ached, the muscles of my thighs having been given quite a workout between dancing with Talon for hours at the club and the fabulous sex we'd spent the rest of the night having. It really wasn't too surprising that I'd slept so. Starlets half her age would kill- or at least undergo surgery- to have curves like hers. But as I jacked off, the image in front of me faded. I began, without wanting to- in fact, trying hard not to- imagining it was my mother in that same dress, glorious cleavage threatening to spill free for the enjoyment of all present.Although I hoped my erection would wilt when faced with such mental imagery, the exact opposite happened. I grappled with my conscience, eventually giving up and going back to bed, still rock-hard and getting antsy. Predicably, having left myself in that state, I had a wet dream; Susan Sarandon was my schoolteacher, and she called me in for a chat about my grades. She left the room to answer a phone call, but when she walked back in she wore a mask, and went straight for my cock. The sex was fast and furious; as I orgasmed, I tore the mask off, intending to watch as she, too, climaxed...Only to find my mother gazing up at me, the same look of lust she'd reserved for.
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