Mom was away for the night

His glossy eyes were trembling. I stared into them knowing deep down inside him, he was truly loving this. Someday when I was out in college, he would only be able to masturbate to my memories. As his friends wallowed in his relations to me hoping just to see me up close, his head would be filled with these many nights.

He could take no more and I heard in the deep silence the sound of his throat open and close to suck down a pouchful of my salivation. I twisted my head and pushed my lips to interlock his. Leaving no airway to breath from our mouths, I could feel him pulsing his life into my face through his nose as he could feel mine. My tongue pole danced on his.

I moaned into his throat not being able to take my increasingly shrinking underwear. I was swollen and wet; my hips were boiling. Releasing the grip from his jaw, I reached down to my legs. The fabric scrunched and bunched down my sides. I broke our kiss and pulled back leaving a trail of my untamed saliva dripping down his chin and chest.